I picture is Barron sitting in his bedroom on his Dell in the White House, with some back door access to the market. He's playing god, deciding our fate as he slams Double Dew and orders room service steak
And so the silvertards must now return, with heavy hearts and empty pockets, to their dens. There they will drink Mountain Dew, count their bars of physical metal, and assure their mother soon they will be a bajillionaire and vacate the basement.