O Golden Calf, we worship thee, but how much are you worth? £8 million! £9 million! £10 million! £11 million! £12 million! £13 million! £14 million! £15 million!
You are priceless! O Golden Calf, your hooves are so beautiful! Your horns are majestic!
O Golden Calf, come with me into the desert, we will burn together with the ghosts of the dead financiers. Money will swirl around us. The vultures will not touch us. We will dance beneath the moon. We will swim through the astral sky with stars burning in our eyes like angels on peyote!
O Golden Calf, I love you!