[video] You're cordially invited...

[driftsintobuffetline]

[Newt holds up an image. It's...well, it's a wedding invitation of sorts, but it looks like it's trying to be a rock poster or a zine.

He leans in close to the camera and in a conspiratorial, hushed voice, with a glance behind him to see if the man he's referring to is anywhere nearby]


Hey.

So. Hermann won't let me use this to advertise our wedding, but I'm letting you all know you're invited. Sorry for the totally short notice, but this world being what it is, we didn't want to jinx ourselves by planning too far in advance.

March 27th. Anchorage, Alaska. 4:30 pm -- Anchorage time. We're making plans to have transportation via teleportation provided and reception will follow.

Uh, if you can, RSVP or something, just so we know how many of you to expect. Not that I'd mind performing to a packed house, but you know. A headcount is always good.

Comments

[driftsintobuffetline]

You're banned.

[mathemagier]

I believe it would be difficult to marry me if I wasn't present.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Well, sucks for you then, huh?!

[mathemagier]

You really can't stop me.

[driftsintobuffetline]

I can. I will. I'm going to invent an anti-Hermann field.

[mathemagier]

Mmn. Well I wish you luck in completing it in the next three weeks.

[driftsintobuffetline]

Oh you're not banned yet. I'm not done with you yet.

[mathemagier]

Really now. What else do you have in store before you ban me then?

[And this is starting to sound less than PG already]

[driftsintobuffetline]

You've got to make an itinerary for my honeymoon activities.

[mathemagier]

An itinerary- really. Perhaps we should discuss those details in person.

[driftsintobuffetline]

If you insist.