Bill wanted to give Ford a special gift. He thought he could write a song for his for favorite flesh bag, oh he could already imagine how thankful Ford would be. "Okay just sing, let the words fall out your...huh...mouth."

"Far away, I can feel your beating heart. All alone, through the crystal stars."

"Starring into space, what a lonely face. I'll try to find my place with you."

Ford walked out the elevator to see Bill singing a beautiful song, that he guessed was for him. He stood there without saying a word, listening to Bill sing.

"What a beautiful smile, can I stay for a while?"

"On this beautiful night, we'll make everything right...my beautiful love."

Ford was stunned, he knew Bill could sing, but he never heard Bill sing so lightly.

"Larger than the moon, my love for you. Worlds collide, as heaven pulls us through."

"The secret of the world is written in the stars, I'm carrying your heart with mi-"

"Bill, that was...beautiful." Bill turned his head to see Ford. He was so embarrassed, he opened his mouth but nothing came out. "Uhhhhh." Was all Bill could get out of his mouth. "W-Was that for me?"

"Uhhhhhh!" Bill tried to answer but the words wouldn't form. "W-Wait, was that a surprise?"

"Uhhhhhhhh! Yeeeeah." Bill gave Ford a nervous smile. "Oh Bill, I'm so sorry."

"No, no, it's okay! It's okay! It's okay!" Bill tried to look at the previous lyrics of the other songs. "Oh, no...it's not okay." Bill was getting ready to cry.

Ford frowned. "No, don't cry uhhhh..."

Ford hugged Bill from behind sitting in a chair.

No, no, I'm fine. I'll just come up with another song." Bill had a smile on his face but his eyes were filled with sadness.

Ford went upstairs. He felt bad for what he did, so he came up with an idea.

"Out of the tree of life I just picked me a plum. You came along and everything started to hum-" Bill some a loud bang upstairs. He went to go check it out.

"Ouch, this is the part when I yell in pain. Huh...nope, it's ruined." Ford was in a uncomfortable position on the floor in the kitchen.

"What happened?" Bill ran to Ford and picked him up.

"B-Bill, I...was going to make you a cake. With your favorite flavor...chocolate." Ford admitted.

"Hehehe, why?"

"Because I ruined your surprise and I felt awful, so I thought I could make you your favorite thing...cake." Ford confessed.

"Aw, Sixer, you're my favorite thing. Plus we're even now."