Lego is a word.

Imagine you dedicated the last decade of your life to making money inside a locked vault in which you lived, only to have some goons with overpowered equipment blow down the door with a nuke right next your head which you somehow manage to avoid by turning yourself inside out, beat you half to death with their stupid fists until you're practically retarded, drill into the locked vaults right next to your ears leaving them empty and you half deaf and with tinnitus, molest you violently every time you try to get on your feet, and leave you dying with a tape on repeat that reminds you constantly that the stupidity you endured will taint you and your loved ones for the rest of your life, while they spend all the money you were planning to spend on r&d into a renewable supply of energy, intelligence and food for the world on better clothes, while you try and explain to the family you had in a parallel timeline why you can't feed them. That's a little like how I feel right now.