It’s late at night, maybe twelve in the morning. You hear a ruckus in the hall. You wake up, patting the side of your bed, and it’s empty. You see red on the bed, and it shoots fear into your veins. You get up and go to the sound of the ruckus…and lo and behold, your wife, Elfuda, was in the fridge

Elfuda: “Eh? I thought you were asleep!” She yelled out. “Go back to bed!” She commanded…and of course she had no control over you.