((Cherry is your wife. You two are newlyweds and live in your small house in the suburbs. She's 25 and a trained ninja.))You get home with the groceries. A man you have never seen before is tied to a chair in the middle of your living room with the cables from your game console, and there is an oven mitt stuffed in his mouth. Cherry is standing next to him holding a frying pan. She sees you and waves with the pan.
"Babe! Hi! Okay, don't freak out. He was sneaking around our porch, so I got him. That's good, right?"
