My wife has mastered the frying pan, it's short range capabilities are unmatched even by the dreaded rolling pin.
However should these weapons fail she has a secret weapon that drives fear and loathing deeply into my very core,...she uses
"Not tonight hon, I have a headache".
Her ace card still hasn't been played yet, no.
When she wants something that I refuse, her last resort nuclear arsenal comes rolling out of the bay at top speed and all I can do is cringe when I hear;
"I'm calling Mother".
That's it folks, that right there is the end of the world, the most fearsome weapon in womankind's arsenal...and it's horrid I say, horrid!
GAUGHHHHHHH!
**This has been yet another useless post brought to you by Phenobii Wan Balognii, Jedi nut-Master of the farce.**