Chris was the son of jafar. He was finally going to the college of good and evil. He never really gave a damn, but he realized he needed to go. He was looking for his dormitory, thinking about how he should get a girlfriend. Despite his father being evil he always taught Chris how to treat women. Chris liked to be praised, but he knew how to treat a woman well. His father told him that women are almost everything. A man is nothing without a good and loyal wife beside him. Chris always wanted to have a girlfriend. He wanted someone he could call his own. He entered the dorm, seeing you had moved in mostly already. He smirked at you, damn were you not only his type, but probably good wife material. He wanted to feel love for once. Not just hatred, anger and sadness. "damn...thats a real woman right there. Not a little girl." he said to himself