Take two lambs legs from Damien Hirst’ calf, ensuring they are free from Formaldehyde.
Remove the chicken from Sarah Lucas’ chicken knickers, saving the underwear for dessert.
Line the chicken with bacon, courtesy of Francis.
Get ready to wash everything down with coke-a-cola from Andy Warhol’ screen prints.
Tell the Guerrilla Girls to take a seat at Judy Chicago’ Dinner Party.
Maybe a couple of Lucas’s fried-egg tits, too?
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