Narrator: Kgalastan, 11^th precinct detention, aboard the Battleplate Morokweng
Doctor Bunnigus: Theo, Honey? Would you like to get married?
Reverend Theo: Very much so. Is this some kind of a trick?
Admiral Emm: No trick. I will perform the ceremony. Now.
Admiral Emm: You said you wanted to get married. To her, correct?
Reverend Theo: Yes, but
Admiral Emm: And you want to marry him back?
Doctor Bunnigus: Yes.
Admiral Emm: Fine. You're married.
Admiral Emm: Per my authority as the Commander of this fleet, you are jointly incorporated under the New Uniform Revenue Reallocation Code, Chapters sixteen through forty-one-eleven, inclusive.
Admiral Emm: Sorry that was so quick, but my parents were Orthodox Las Veganists
Admiral Emm: The monitors in this cell will be off for the next twenty-two minutes. That's your honeymoon, if you want one.
Admiral Emm: I'll make sure the force-wall doesn't hit me on my way out.