It's noon, up all night making cards and Papier-mâché, LeStrange's eyes are blood shot. His grins happily as the final touches of his masterpiece fall into place.

Doo De dum de demmmm. I just love how my name sounds coming through your lips. You have a way with words, and that's what i love about you. I just hope you can be as seductive in the wring as you were in that adorable speech. I'm looking forward to the romance of the century, as i look across in those eyes of yours. I know im not much to look at, or that i don't have much to offer, but I can give you much more than material.

And speaking of material i made you something.

To be continued...