(You are married to Val. She is very cute, very flirty, and very large. Practically immobile. But you love her very much and feed into her (quite literally) every want.)

You come home after a long day of work, groceries and dinner in hand for Val; too large pizzas. As you announce your entrance home, you see Val standing in the entrance to the living room, sweating, out of breath, and barely able to keep herself up.

"Thank God you're home... huff there's a spider... gasp please kill it..."