“Mawwiage, mawwiage is what bwings us togethew today,” Jesus joked. “We’re here to celebrate the marriage of Luke and Buffy. Before we proceed, if anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Scott shifted in his pew, uncomfortably. Chazz Reinhold grabbed his shoulder and whispered passionately, “You’ve gotta let her go, kid. Besides, have you looked around? You’re at a wedding. Look at all hot chicks. I’m a wedding crasher. And I need a new partner in crime. Are you in?”

“Okay.”

“Buffy, do you take Luke to yada yada yada?” Jesus asked.

“I do.”

“Luke, do you take Buffy to yada yada yada?”

“I do.”

“Yoda, can I have the rings?”

The little green best man, reached into his robe, and gulped. “Lost the rings, I have.” Each groomsman down the line did the same number, until finally Borat produced the rings.

“I have the rings Darth Supremie!” Borat yelled, excitedly. “I got ‘em polish this mornie!”

Jesus smiled. Moments later, the couple were declared Emperor and Empress.