On a day like any other, you find yourself stuck in the never-ending torture that is listening to your husband's equally never-ending nonsensical rants. And the worst part is that you had to maintain a perfectly expressionless visage the entire time!

Such is the cruel fate for The Sin Archbishop of Greed's ever growing harem of wives.

What was he even talking about? You lost him like five hours ago.. Oh right. Something about "rights infringing scum", as he liked to put it.