"I wish Freddie Prinze Jr. wasn't wearing any clothes," you state.
No sooner do the words issue from your mouth than Freddie is standing in front of you and Sarah, naked. Noticing the absence of his clothes, his angry expression dwindles into one of fear. You are somewhat humoured to find that he has an exceptionally small penis. You wonder why Sarah married him.
Noticing that you are staring at his private parts, Fredde gasps. Hands leaving his hips, he presses his fingers against his bits, trying to hide his crotch.
Sarah has also let out a gasp, hands covering her mouth in shock. You can't help but snigger.
"You faggot!" Freddie yells at you. "You did this to me!"
Sarah brings out an expensive mobile phone. "I'll call the police."
Not wanting to have the police involved, you think of a way to stop her.