Thanks to Matt’s uncanny ability to transfer super powers through his sperm, Vic spent most of Christmas Day with his mouth shut. The first time he yawned, his lower jaw unhinged and literally dropped into his lap, creating a gaping hole through which shot a burst of flame that almost ignited the dry needles on their Christmas tree. His jaw snapped right back into place and the fire was quickly extinguished, but it took Matt most of the afternoon to coax Sadie out from under the dining room table, where she cowered as she watched Vic warily. As Matt crawled under the table with the dog’s food bowl to try and soothe her rattled nerves, he joked, “First the whip, then the whole mouth from hell thing. Plus you’re still walking around half-naked. No wonder she’s scared shitless. Go get dressed
