The guru of the golden loo used to rabbit on about how when you're thirsty it doesn't matter if the water comes in a crystal glass, or a plastic cup or your hand...However for Prem the humility accompanying thirst apparently does not extend to the human need to relieve oneself. In order to crap wholeheartedly without it seeming like you give a crap you need to order a golden throne like loo for your private jet! Likely child labour and slavery was used to procure the metal but you will forget all about that as you can see your own urinating reflection as you peer into the abyss. You can almost see a golden aura around your balding head, this takes narcissism to a whole new level. . . .
In the end he realised he didn't need it, or that shitty plane, the sheik had a better one and that pissed him off, no, the only gold plating he needs is for the crap that comes out of his mouth.