"Maybe we should write him a letter," Aerrow suggested.
"Seriously, we should. Just don't sign it." Finn grinned.
"Guys, that's going a bit far, isn't it?" Piper leaned forward, her face looking anxious.
"C'mon. He'll never find out who sent it," Finn said.
"Well...when you put it that way..." Piper pulled out a paper and pencil. "How should we start it?"
"'Dear Mr. Dark Ace:I am a twenty five year old HOT Cyclonian babe...'" Finn began.
"'...that was wondering...'" Aerrow continued.
"'...the size...'"
"'...of your...'"
Here, they paused and glanced at Piper. Aerrow cleared his throat.
"How do we word this...subtly?"
She tapped the pencil against the table for a few moments, before breaking into a grin. "Undies. Definitely undies."
The boys had to agree.
It was PERFECT.