England. 1:12 in the morning:

“Turbinski dear.” Turbinski was poked awake.

“Da, Kevin?”

“I want a mango.”

“Mangoes are out of season.”

“If you love me, you’ll get me one.”

“I think we have some can of mango pulp in the pantry and some mango sorbet in the freezer.”

“I want a fresh mango. You’re the one who impregnated me, so you must bend to my every whim and desire.”

“Where does it say that?”

“’What to Expect When Your Partner is Expecting’, chapter 4 page 57.”

“No it doesn’t.”

Kevin kicked Turbinski and hogged the duvet.

“You’re part airplane. Fly to Jamaica and get me a fresh mango. Now.”

“Kevin, even in your hormonal state, that’s simply not logical. It would take several hours even at my quickest speed and I would have to go through customs. By the time I was done, you would start craving non-mango substances.” Turbinski explained.

“I once put a man into a three month coma because he looked at me funny. Do you really think I care about the legalities. Get me a mango. Do it or I’ll put you into the Olap again and then make you sleep on the couch.’

“You’re seven months pregnant. You’re too fat to put me into the Olap.”

Almost instantly, Turbinski knew he made a serious mistake. Kevin began to glow golden and his eyes turned blood red.

Later, in an emergency room:

“So, Mr. Turbinski, how did you get these injuries again?”