[Surprise! Drag Strip isn't happy. She usually isn't, but now she has another reason to be extremely pissed off about. She holds up what seems to be a bright pink card and gives the link her most irritated scowl.]
What the slag is this trash? I swear I'm gonna find the lowlife rusty engine block and shove this so far up their exhaust port that they'll be able t' taste it!
[Why does this make her so angry? Who the hell knows.]
I mean, just look at it!
[She finally reads what's written on it, because she couldn't have done that earlier.]
You are my perfect rose, please be my Valentine
[And then she stops. She doesn't entirely understand what's going on, but something tells her that she's just made a mistake somewhere. The link abruptly shuts off. Oh boy.]