Money, I have not. My wealth is in words. I braid the strands Of verb and noun Into a plait of verse. Relax upon your silken couch, In my lap rest your weary head, Lend your ear to my soothing voice, I'll smooth your furrowed brow With gentle, cooling hand. Submit yourself to slumber, My arms around you as you dream. Here is your Little Ditty, Commander. I hope I have hereby proven my worth. The Moody One has tempted me to the dark side but my heart has been entranced by the HC who is a real man as he is capable of handling 20 Foxy Babes with skill! I would ask one favor, Dear Commander. I would like the fictious one as a playmate for my amusement.