Anton S. Silva sat at a grande piano under a spotlight, covered in rose petals. His boad and heart shades giving him a somewhat Elton John flair as he started playing away at the keys

[Sang to the tune of "Peaches" by Jack Black]


This is a little song I cooked up for a very special someone... Nuke Fusion

Nuke, you're so fine
With that contract, we're gonna shine
Nuke, comprehend
I won't let you go 'til the very end

Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie
Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie
I like ya, oh~
Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie
Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie
I want cha, oh~

Oh tables and ladders and steel folding chairs too
Every man in the back just couldn't keep me from you
Nuke Fusion, at the end of the line
Your booty will be mine, oh~


Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie
Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie
I like ya, oh~
Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie
Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie, Nukie
I want cha, oh~


Nukie, oh Nukie, oh Nuke~~~~~~



Anton stopped the song, giving a deep soulful inhale as he caressed his chest..the camera panned closer.

"you know what's better than roses on your piano? Ooooh... tulips on your organ... but I can teach you much more about flowers after we turn Blaze of Glory into....the Fires of Passion. I hope you're prepared Nukie baby, because we've past the part where we start gentle, now daddy is gonna get rough... and there is no safe word."
Anton winked and bit the air.