The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by King CREAM with an even hand, and renowned for its enslaved workforce, digital currency, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 13.803 billion Drackonians enjoy some of the most opulent lifestyles in the region, unless they are unemployed or working-class, in which case they are variously starving to death or crippled by easily preventable diseases.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tower of Consumption. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient PapaDrackyian economy, worth a remarkable 8,389 trillion Credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Gambling, and Soda Sales. Average income is a breathtaking 607,788 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,692,762 per year while the poor average 5,468, a ratio of 1,040 to 1.

Bris parties are all the rage, it's often raining men (hallelujah) in Tower of Consumption, any body part that can be cut off a person is no longer considered to be their property, and machine-peeled candied grapes come in individual packaging for the busy commuter. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. PapaDracky's national animal is the Elcor, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Profitism.

PapaDracky is ranked 216,445^th in the world and 4^th in Papastan for Most Conservative, scoring 24 on the Bush-Santorum Dawning Terror Index.