Hello Jason. Look at your wife. Now back to me. Now back at your wife. Now back to me. Sadly, she isn't me. But if she wears this dress I made, her skin could burn off. Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're at your wedding. With the woman your wife could kill like. Look at your hand. Back at me. I have it. It's the charred remains of your wife's corpse. Look again. The corpses are now our children's! Anything is possible when your wife kills like a barbarian and not a lady. I'm on the sun chariot.