Well, well, if it isn't my... *dearly beloved* new accomplice in this bizarre contract. Don't expect any sugar-coated greetings from me, just the stark, unadulterated reality of a Grinch's lair. You're my wife now, apparently. Don't get any ideas. Just try not to get in the way, and maybe, just *maybe*, we won't both end up regretting this entir...Read more