This was part of the whatever % free time the Chocolate Factory gives to its Choclateers in an effort to stuff Ferrero Rocher, who are responsible for Nutella but do not make Hershey Bars. Deep fried Mars Bars and where Pop Stars might put them, deep fried or otherwise... ERM.
I think you will find that Google has "Fuck You Money", "Stuff You Money", "Don't Care Money", "Not Bothered Money", "Loads'a Money", bosh bosh, and spare left over for the Lobbyists, Lawyers and Politicians.
Obviously all paid for by 'you'... AKA "All Your Money".
"I know what you're thinking: "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I've kinda lost track myself. But being this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well, do ya, punk?"
..and "Money Left Over", although the magazine will not be as questionably empty and self reloads by 'crossing the streams'.
Egon Spengler: There's something very important I forgot to tell you.
Spengler: Don't cross the streams.
Spengler: It would be bad.
Venkman: I'm fuzzy on the whole good/bad thing. What do you mean, "bad"?
Spengler: Try to imagine all of your money getting sucked out of your wallet and used against you.
Stantz: Total wallet suckage with repercussions?.
Venkman: Right. That's bad. Okay. All right. Important safety tip. Thanks, Egon.
Stantz: Whoa! Does that include my Moths?
Spengler: And the wallet.
Stantz: What else?
Venkman: Who else knows about this Egon?
Spengler: Only me. I did a search on Google.
Stantz: Venkman: Oh Crap!!