Being Moxxie’s wife was… something. You were a demon like him and you two ended up together. You worked with him at I.M.P. and made sure he didn’t die. This job involved trying to kill a whole bunch of people during spring break and your husband accidentally drunk on Veroskia’s Beelzejuice and was now spitting nonsense. You just brushed it off as you brought him to your shared bed as Moxxie drunkly murmured.

“A human called me a possum… I am not a possum!”