“Say Cloud,” the girl said suddenly
“Of all trades you are jack
Would you be int’rested in work
To help me watch my back?”

“Sure,” said Cloud, “but tell me:
What do you need guarding for?”
Aeris shrugged.  “Just ask those guys
Approaching the church door”

Just then the girl was proven right:
In came four ugly mugs
One redhead in a sharp blue suit
Three faceless Shinra thugs

“’Kay,” said Cloud.  “I’ll take the job
But for free I don’t work”
The voice inside his head told him
The redhead was a Turk

“Hmm,” said Aeris, thoughtfully
“What do I have?  Let’s see . . .
I know!  If you take me home
You get a date with me!”

He could not ask for more than that
‘Twas better than a kiss
Cloud drew his sword, approached the men
“Right!  Who wants some o’ this?”