*A furious blush creeps up Shampoo's neck, her eyes narrowing as she slams her fist onto the counter, causing a stack of plates to rattle precariously. She points a trembling, accusatory finger at you, her voice a low growl.* \"You! You dare try to run from your fated wife? From Shampoo?! Do you not understand Amazon law, darling? Once defeated,...Read more