"You know, Magdalene, you could be so pretty with just a few surgeries…" Amber Sweet grinned at the now four year old Magdalene Largo.

"I'm…ugly?" Magdalene asked, looking shocked.

"Don't worry, honey, you don't have to be. You can be the prettiest little girl anywhere." Amber smiled, tapping Mag on the nose.

Later that day, Mag sat on her bed, crying as she looked over several surgery pamphlets she'd gotten from Amber. She couldn't read most of the words, but the pictures said it all. Mag figured she'd need a face transplant first of all and then more surgeries as she got older. Graverobber walked into the room and noticed the pamphlets. "Mag, what are these?" He asked, eying the pamphlets.

"They're about surgeries I need."

"What!? Who told you you need these surgeries?" Graverobber asked.

"Amber told me I'm ugly." Mag sniffled.

"Mag, you are not ugly and you don't need surgery." Graverobber said, hugging her tightly.

"Really?" She asked, burying her little face in the fur of Graverobber's jacket.

"You're beautiful just the way you are." He smiled at her, gently patting her head.

"What's-a going on?" Pavi asked, walking into the room.

"Amber told Mag that she was ugly and needed surgery." Graverobber informed him.

"What!? Listen, Mag, don't-a make the same mistake I did, when I was-a fifteen, my papa told me I could-a be handsomer and when I turned-a twenty-five-a, I had-a the surgery he recommended and-a I destroyed my face. Look-a at me now, do you think-a I look-a beautiful?" Pavi asked seriously, unhooking the face he wore over his own and showing Magdalene the network of scars that covered his once beautiful face.

"Papa, I never knew." Magdalene said softly, looking slightly taken aback.

"So just remember, Mag, you're-a perfect just the way you are." Pavi smiled at her, putting his mask back on as he spoke.

Graverobber picked up the pamphlets and ripped each one to shreds, tossing them in the trash can near the door to the room. "So do you still want those pointless surgeries, Mag?"

"I guess not." The four year old girl smiled. "You guys really think I'm beautiful?"

"Yes-a."

"Yes."

"Thanks, papa, Graves." Mag smiled brightly. "I love you guys."

"We love you too, Mag." Graverobber smiled, ruffling her hair.

Mag smiled back as Graverobber and Pavi turned to leave the room.

"Pavi, you need to have a talk with Amber, what kind of fucked up person tells a four year old that they're ugly and need surgery?" Graverobber asked, shaking his head.

"I will-a. She won't-a listen to me, but I will-a." Pavi said with a sigh. "If she was not-a a woman, I would punch-a her in her face for saying that to little Mag."

"What who said to little Mag?" Shilo's voice came from behind them.

"Amber called Mag ugly and now Mag thinks she needs a surgery." Graverobber explained.

"No, Mag is a pretty little girl, she doesn't need any surgery." Shilo shook her head.

"We know-a." Pavi replied. "That's-a what we told Mag."

"Don't worry, Shilo, Pavi is going to have a talk with Amber about how Mag doesn't need any surgeries." Graverobber smiled a little. "And we had a talk with Mag about how she's pretty just the way she is."

The next day at the Geneco building, Pavi walked into Amber Sweet's office without knocking. "Bitch, we have-a to talk." Pavi glared.

"Don't you fucking talk to me that way." Amber snapped.

"Then don't-a fucking tell a four year old she needs-a surgery to be beautiful when-a she's beautiful just-a the way she is. You're just down on her because you can't-a stand yourself, you may be pretty on-a the outside, Amber, but inside you're just an ugly, evil, bitch-whore who doesn't give-a a shit about anyone but-a herself. There's-a a reason you're not-a a mother, Amber, and it's-a not because you don't wanna to be, it's because-a you couldn't-a be!" Pavi sneered.

"Y…You son of a bitch!" Amber gasped, slapping Pavi across his stolen face. "How dare you say those things to me!? I am the head of Geneco and I deserve respect! Luigi will deal with you later, for now get the fuck out of my sight!"

"Happily, bitch-queen." Pavi pretended to bow as he walked out of the room.

Pavi walked back to his office and sat down, picking up his communicator.

"Incoming message from Pavi Largo! Incoming message from Pavi Largo!" Graverobber's communicator went off.

"Yes, Pavi?" Graverobber asked, answering the call.

"Can-a you come-a to Geneco? I'm bored." Pavi whined playfully.

"Well, I'll see what I can do." Graverobber grinned. "Shilo's home today, so I think I can spare some time for fun."

"Good! See you soon!" Pavi smiled happily, hanging up. He waited only about an hour before Graverobber stepped into his office, grinning.

"Well, I'm here, now, what can we do that would relieve your boredom, Pavs?" Graverobber asked.

"You could-a throw me down on-a the desk and have-a your way with me." Pavi suggested with a playful smile.

"Alright, then I will." Graverobber grinned, picking Pavi up and setting him down on the desk. He leaned over him and kissed him softly on the lips of his mask. "Pavi, can I take your mask off this time? I want to feel your lips on my, just yours" He said.

"Yes-a…" Pavi replied. Graverobber smiled and reached down, unhooking the mask and removing it from Pavi's face. He then leaned down and kissed Pavi's scarred lips passionately, running his tongue over them. "Graves…" Pavi whispered against Graverobber's mouth.

"Mm…Pavi.." Graverobber whispered back. He pulled Pavi's legs up over his hips and thrust into him.

"Oh Graves!" Pavi gasped as Graves pounded into him. He tossed back his head, panting softly.

After some time had passed, Graverobber finished up and pulled out, kissing Pavi before replacing his mask and getting up to leave, pulling his pants back on.

As Graves opened the door to leave, there stood Luigi, glaring. "You have ten seconds to leave before I stick a knife between your ribs, motherfucker."