The church roof fell away to show the UFO hovering above. A light shone down, bathing the ceremony in puke-green.
“I object!” came a spectral voice.
“Xxxyolofeny!” The bride clasped her hands together, the radiant joy gleaming from her amplified by the puke-green light. “You came back to me! It wasn’t an unreciprocated probing!”
“Of course not. Your anus is my property, and so is the rest of you. How can you let this puny human plumb your depths? I bet he doesn’t even sanitize his surgical instruments beforehand!”
The groom stuck his nose in the air. “I wash my genitals, thanks.”
“But you don’t develop the same amount of force as Xxxyolofeeny. No one can probe like he can. Sorry, honey. I need to go.” The bride hurled her bouquet, smacking the groom in the face with it. She didn’t notice as she ran onto the UFO.