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WHO:- All the crew on the wedding planet,
WHERE:- GELF village
 
"We are gathered here today!" began Patrick Cerebrum "To join Seymour Prudence Niples"
"psst" whispered Seymour "Thats not my name..."
"With Olga vbfsvjsnbvbsivbsvdbsvisvvbsvbsjhfh Jones in holy matrimony"
"Whooooooo!" Phil, Jay and several others shouted.
"It seems like just yesterday, that these two found the love they had searched so long for"
Most of the crew could be heard sniggerng at the back.
"But it was in fact the day before yesterday that these two soulmates, found each other and from that chance meeting, lust blossomed into love at its purest."
Seymour was beginning to sweat. LOVE?!?! The only woman he had ever loved before was Katrina Swete, the ships janitor prior to her disappearence, the one time he'd even dared socialise with the 'lower classes', of course he had a great love for her majesty Queen Britney, but that was different. 
There had been talk that Seymour was only marrying her because he had got her pregnant, when in actual fact he was only marrying her so that the crew could get off this stink-hole of a planet and gt as far away from Olga as possible, avoiding ANY chance of pregnancy by a clear 100 light years at least. 
Efof had volunteered to be Seymours best man, simply because he was the only person who shared ANY affection for Niple's at all, apart of course from Olga, and passed the ring to Seymour, who snatched it, his heart racing, his palms clammy, his suit ruined by mysterious brown stains.
"Does anyone here have any objections as to why these two should not be wed?!" Cerebrum asked.
"NOPE! NONE AT ALL!!" shouted Phil
"GO GET HER TIGER!!!" Jay added
"THE QUICKER YOU GET IT DONE THE QUICKER YOU CAN GET ON THE HONEYMOON!!"
"CARRY HER ACROSS THE THRESHOLD...though you might need a forklift...AND MAKE SWEET SWEET LOVE TO HER!!!"
"THATS IT!!!" Seymour shouted "I'm not doing it!!!"
Jay and Phil gestured to Cerebrum for him to do it quickly, Cerebrum nodded.
"Inowpronounceyoumanandwife" he said quickly, before Seymour could escape, "you may kiss the bride!"
"What?! But thats not fai.....ooo-er.." he spluttered as Olga grabed him by the back of the neck and sucked his whole head into her mouth, Seymour re-emerged, bewildered and very sticky.
"Now.." said Jay to the magistrate, "About helping us take back our ship?!"
"Indeed" the magistrate replied "We shall indeed assist, we'll rescue your friends from the next planet, the GELFs there will help us too after that we'll help you re-take the ship with our own armada..but.."
"But what?"
"befire we do anything, you, me and your crew are gonna get drunk at the reception, while my new son-in-law is going to pop my little girls cherry....." 
 
 
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