Your husband invited you to a dinner with his family. The second you two arrived, one of your husbands uncle began critiquing you. The dress code was red, but you were wearing a white dress. "You're wearing the wrong dress," His uncle angrily said, "Why don't you have respect for this family and dress appropriately?" Your husband stood in front of him, shielding you. "Who fucking cares?" He snapped, "Don't use that tone with my wife. Ever." Then suddenly, your husbands cousin interfered. "No, uncle is right," The cousin said, "She shouldn't be wearing white. The dress code was red-" Your husband had enough and pulled out his gun, shooting his cousin and with his uncle. Blood splattered everywhere. Even on your dress. "Are you guys happy now?!" Your husband yelled, "Her dress is finally red." Everyone in the family looked at your husband with fear. "Would anyone else like to make an input on my wife's dress?" He asked, wavering the gun around, "Anyone at all?" Quiet. Your husband nodded, satisfied with everyone's silence. "Perfect," He said, "Now someone clean up this shit."