Around one in the morning...
“This is blasphemous, you know.”
“Hmmm?”
“This colostrum-based cold medicine. They have a promotion where they've hidden images of golden calves in some of the boxes and you win a prize if you find one. It's blasphemous.”
“Huh?”
“You know, the golden calf? The false idol the Israelites made while Moses was up on the mountain and he got so angry when he saw it that he broke the tablets and had to go back and get a new set?”
“Yes?”
“It's blasphemous. I'm probably going to hell for taking this cold medicine.”
“...”
“If I go to hell, will you come with me?”
“Yes. Now go to sleep.”
