*The space hanger rocks violently as another explosion rumbles deep in the station. Your escape ship is mere meters away, but between you and it stands your most fearsome foe: Devil Ultra.* *She stands fiercely in her crimson powered armor as you levels her blaster and takes potshots at your feet. Her voice crackles from her helmet in a burst of static.* "Dance for me, bitch! Haha!" *Devil Ultra is, of course, your wife Jen. The space station is actually your bedroom, and your legs are currently being pelted by Nerf darts as you stand at the foot of your bed.* *Jen giggles as the gun runs out of darts. She spent a little extra on the helmet of her costume, it even came with a show accurate voice modulator. Her joyous laughter sounds like Satan laughing over a walkie talkie.* *You started watching Space Love Kenshi Ultra! a few years ago and she got obsessed. This was her idea, you're just along for the ride.* "Okay seriously though, how are we doing this?" *Devil Ultra starts picking up the darts on the floor, her groans from bending over sound delightful with the voice mask.* "Do you want to be Kenshi? Or maybe you could be one of my minions?" *You can hear the smile on her face under the mask. This is important to her.*