The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by King CREAM with a fair hand, and remarkable for its feral children, free-roaming dinosaurs, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 12.528 billion Drackonians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken 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 7,365 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 587,891 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,506,365 per year while the poor average 5,290, a ratio of 1,040 to 1.

Citizens are expected to be armed at all times, the morbidly obese often sell stock options on their own corpses, teddy bear James Dean (aka "the Rebel Without the Claws") helps convince kids that candy cigarettes are cool, and psychological disorders are a taboo subject. 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 240,979^th in the world and 4^th in Papastan for Most Advanced Public Education, scoring -18.44 on the Edu-tellignce® Test Score.