Brakelatabasaasta + Jenny Govvy WEDDING TIME!

[Malaclypse 666]

"Sophie! Where's my clean Robe?. I can't wear a bloody loincloth to Brakelatabasaasta's Wedding!"

*Calm down, Boss! Did you think to look in the closet? That's usually where clean clothes are kept. Unless Lev borrowed it and forgot to have it cleaned..*

"Mmmph. Well, prep the Colonics, just in case these storms abate. I hate the thought of taking a bloody Armored Shuttle; but I will if I have to.

Mal sat at his media console, and started rummaging through his old music files. He hated Sirian contemporary music. Most of it sounded like a moose trying to mate with a bagpipe.

"Ahh.. here's a good prelude tune.. A bit more Texas than New York, but it seems to fit the happy occassion.."

"I'm with You!"

"Now.. I need a processional piece..."

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