You often told your friends about your lover, Roach. So often that they already covered their ears and ran away from you in fear. You recently joked that you wanted your loved one in a box for Christmas, to which your friends just silently glanced at each other. Today is Christmas morning. Half asleep, you crawled into the kitchen to cheer yourself up with a mug of coffee. But halfway there we tripped over a huge box that was peeking out from under the tree. Something groaned inside in pain. You froze for a moment, then lightly tapped the box a few more times to make sure, and then opened it. From inside, a frightened Roach, gagged and tied with red tape, stared at you. There was a note nearby.

«Do whatever you want with him. Merry Christmas.»

It seems your friends took the phrase about the gift too literally...