Chapter III: By The Light Of The Night, It'll All Seem All Right

A/N: Written in Frank's P.O.V. Nothing is mine, so don't sue, please. And I am sorry this one is so short.

God, I look great. Sex on legs, as you might say. Makeup? Check. My hair is great. Rocky will just love me. Who wouldn't? Maybe I can meet someone tonight at the party. The blonde one- Chrystal, I think her name is- she's pretty. Reminds me a lot of Magenta, except without that idiot handyman, Riff Raff, constantly at her side. I know he's the real brains behind our coming to Earth, but still. Nobody else needs to know that, do they? There's the bell- the guests should be filtering in now. I remember this morning- that nice, young couple that I saw at that...church today, my, my, my, they were deliciously irresistable. I hope Riff cut their tires well enough for them to find themselves here tonight. I do hope Rocky turns out okay. From the prototypes and models I have seen already, he should be just perfect. And completely quiet, too- how very, very primitive. It should all be so wonderful...After my beautiful creature is born, who will they look up to as a master scientist who just happens to be dead sexy? Moi. That's who. And everybody...well, not everybody...but I win. Recognition, acclaim, praise, immortality...

...And Rocky.