and I don't think the course on "How To Pick Up Girls" at good ol' Trump U. will work. I've got a feeling she'd crack my skull if I tried lifting her from there, and she's not a simple large bladdered "model" from the Slavic world you can just toss money at. This is going to to take some skill.
I'm thinking about showing up at her house in one of my best Nudie suits with flowers and my dobrolele warbling out Slim Whitman's "Indian Love Call". All Geek Goddesses have seen "Mars Attacks!" and proof of my ability to defend a woman from just such an invasion is bound to score big points with her, plus make her evil guardian's head explode. The man has blind spot when it comes to Slim and I suspect he is not of this world. (I've got to get him outside so she's not distracted by the mess. The pythons and gators will take care of what's left.)
Now, do I launch straight into Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game"? Or do wait until the next day when I stop by with a box of candy and a box of kittens, in my of top line Nudie, with an old Gibson acoustic that has "Lets Get Hitched!" in cut-out letters on the back for the grand finale as Earnest Tubb himself might have done? I think I'll go the Tubb route. Earnest half brother, Wash, was uglier than homemade sin, but he had women fighting over him from following Brother Earn's method.
To be a perfect gentleman, I'll wait until her guardian's funeral is over and the grave has been filled before launching into, "I'm Walking The Dirt Over You." accompanied by the Palmer Peninsula Yearling Penguin Marching Kazoo Corps. Heck, we might do "Drivin' Nails In My Coffin" for you when your time comes? I know how fond you are of the little fellers.