The other day, Fiancee and I were driving home from Wal-Mart when he saw four or five large piles of hay for all the cows to eat. (Is this just a southern thing?)
Fiancee: I want to set all those piles on fire right now.
Me: You wouldn't have time to set them all on fire. The police would be here in ten minutes, and you would get arrested. Unless you could morph into a cow or something to disguise yourself. But then what if you didn't have time to morph back into a human and you got picked for slaughter?
Fiancee: I wouldn't be picked for slaughter. Those aren't even slaughter cows! Besides, I would change back in plenty of time.
Me: You don't know that you'll have time to change back. And I don't want to be eating you at Sonic later this week because you were too dumb to think this plan through. Maybe you could just change into a bird and fly off.
Fiancee: I'll change into a lion. Nobody will kill a lion.
Me: They'll catch you and put you in a zoo. Then I'll never see you again!
Fiancee: Hello? I'm a lion. I'll just run away really fast into the woods.
Me: Woods? What the fuck, Fiancee? There aren't woods around Walmart anywhere.
Fiancee: Sara, it's LOUISIANA. It's all woods.
Me: Can you please just turn into a bird? You don't seem to understand the rules behind animorphing. And I'm a professional. I read every single Animorphs book there was.
Fiancee: I'm turning into a lion. End of discussion.
Me: Maybe a cheetah?
It's a good thing one person in this relationship knows how the animorphs world works. Otherwise, I'm not sure this thing between us would last.