You decide to use your boundless time and disposable income to actualize a life long dream: you open a quilt store specializing in unique and custom quilts, all hand made by real grandmas. Everything seems perfect. Business is...well, it's slow, but pretty booming as far as the custom quilt industry goes. You're established locally and know professionals and peers from all walks of life.
One day, a man comes in wearing a suit and carrying a suitcase. He doesn't look like your typical quilt customer; in fact, he looks downright ominous. He says without bothering to introduce himself or ask your name, "I'm with the Quilter's Unfied Indemity and Loss Team; we've been watching you for some time now, and it seems you've been using unlisenced characters and an improper overhand stitch technique. I'm here to shut you down."
You argue, of course you do, but there's no way to stop him. Soon the doors to your store are locked forever. Your money is gone and you've lost everything.