Who is there in the middle of the night? Knocking and grumbling at the gate of hell where I am the guard who waves farewell on your journey towards the eternal damnation! Who is there? Come on in, I command you, in the name of the devils! Look, here comes the obsessed stock traders, face-painting gamblers who gather together from morning to dawn, looking at the stock prices like a crowd of ants, pathetically waiting …showed first 75 words of 364 total…

…showed last 75 words of 364 total…stealing away their hearts and conscience, still desiring to swipe away more money that is urgently in need for salvation. Come here you communists, look, another donation is made, millions of dollars, just for you! (Knock knock) Stop knocking, never any peace! Ok now, I will no longer pretend to be the porter at hell's gate, I will go back to my proper duty. (knock knock) Coming, coming, immediately! Please do not forget the gatekeeper!