I would enroll at Auburn, give enough money to be considered a booster, then I'd buy the fuck out of recruits. I would do it discreetly enough to get about 6 or 7 years worth of championship talent, then I'd pay someone to be a whistle blower.
Then I'd pay someone to follow Kaos around to figure out his routine, and pay someone at every restaurant he frequents to put only tomatoes on his food. Cheeseburger? Only tomatoes. Sausage biscuit? A piece of sausage inside two slices of tomatoes. Milk shake? You guessed it. Vanilla ice cream and tomatoes. All of those with a courtesy mushroom stamp, of course.
I'd then spend a healthy chunk of my cash in Dallas. I'd buy every square inch of property around the keen one, bulldoze all the property and bring in shitty fema trailers to rent for only sex offenders. And for every sex offender who rented from me, I'd purchase the shittiest, still operating, vehicle I could possibly find and have them park those bitches in the front yard of every trailer.
I'd also pay off the victims in all 6 of bgreene's pending federal lawsuits (so he doesn't get indicted). I wasn't kidding about the violation of constitutional rights with this one. He's whipped more ass than Jason Statham in all of his shittastic movies combined. I don't know a single person who has anything good to say about him. Including his wife.
By then, I'd probably only have about 18 bucks to my name. Which is perfect, because that would be just enough to buy me the best back-to-back maroon Bama championship t-shirt that Walmart has in it's catalog, and a pack of Marlboro reds.
Trick or Treat, motherfucker.