Zillon scratched his chin and looked up when an idea hit him. He picked up a pen and started scribbling down on a piece of paper. He wrote a few things down and passed the card over to Davy. Davy frowned, the man his mad look on, he couldn't think anything good of the note.
He read the note, his eyes widen with surprise at how cunning the man's plan was. It was sure going to turn a lot of heads and break a lot of hearts. His lips curled up into a pleased smirk, he folded the note in his hand and sat up on the chair.
"The idea is perfect," he commented.
Zillon and Davy got up from their seats and headed over to the closet. The magical blue door was there, Davy set in the password and together they entered the room. "Revenge is a dish best served cold. Let's give Jason a gift that he won't ever forget," Zillon uttered.
