I have sold my soul, it is true, but I did get a good price.  I will sell it again at a profit.  I will sell yours if you let me (you will, you know); I can guarantee a good price for such a clean item.  Everything can be for sale, you must know this by now.

And if it is not for sale, well, then it is worthless because it is worthless to me.  I have no qualms because I have no imagination. I will admit that, but I do have a talent for seeking out the stench of money.  After all, it is only business.

Progress is profit and product must move; this is a universal law.  I can make sure that you can afford it; that is not a problem.  I can’t afford bowing to the virtues of morality, but I can afford buy them.

I am the buyer and seller; I am the deceiver and the saint.  I make laws to sell them and break them for profit.  It is not for the good that I do this, I am not a giver of necessities; I sell liberty and justice.  I am the bottomless pit of greed and economic gravitas.

The price is too high; the cost is too great, but only for you.  I will sell until the end of time and then I shall sell that too.