His behemoth beauty of a wife had entered the kitchen. Much to Steves confusion everything seemed to be moving in relative slow motion as his wife walked further into the kitchen at a pace of 1 step every two seconds, which also emitted echoing booms whenever her feet touched the ground.
Steve also noticed that Debbie seemed to be getting ready to leave the house, as she was dressed in dark blue capris jeans and a white dress shirt.
"DEBBIE! DEBBIE DOWN HERE! HELP!", he shouted.
No use. She was too big for an insignificant speck on the floor's voice to reach her ears. Steve no knew this, because Debbie was coming awfully close to stepping on her tiny husband, narrowly avoiding crushing him with her bare foot. Steve quickly scrambles away from his wife and finds shelter underneath the fridge, deciding to observe from afar before making any plans for salvation.
He see's Debbie is making herself something to eat... at 2 in the morning?
"Where is she going?", Steve thought to himself. He suddenly remembers...
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