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She: Hey, honey? We need to talk.

He: Really not a great time, babe. I'm right in the middle of closing a deal, here.

She: This can't wait. You know how you're always saying that the husband is the head of the house and a wife should obediently serve him, wearing a frilly little apron while she bakes cookies and all that stuff? Well, I've been thinking about it, and that actually sounds pretty good to me.

He: Well, that's... Wait, what? You'd actually do all that for me?

She: No. From now on I'm gonna be the head of the house, and you're gonna be my good little wifey!

POOF!

He: Why, I'm a lady! Goodness gracious me, what a distressing situation! And... why am I talking like this, all girly and cutesy-pootsy? I sound ever so silly! Please, darling... change me back into a man!

She: Go bake me some cookies.

He: Right away, dear! Chocolate chip or oatmeal raisin?

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