Marco watched Aximili walk slowly down the aisle, his long dress trailing behind him. It had been a hell of a time, trying to custom make a white wedding gown that
would fit an Andalite.
As Aximili stopped at the alter and smiled that strange eye-smile all Andalites possess, Marco wondered for the umpteenth time why he was marrying him.
'Authors Whim.'a voice tells him.
Marco nodded. He understood that. Well, not really. He was too dense to really get that.
After the preist, or rent-a-preist, more precisely, finished babbling on and on about something, Marco realized he was speaking to him.
"Do you Marco I-Can't-Tell-You-My-Last-Name-You-Idiot, take Axfrilly-Escargo-Isamill to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Marco tried to say something, but found he couldn't.
A sharp pain ran through his back as Rachel kicked him. Hard.
"AHHH! YOU BROKE MY BACK!"Marco screamed.
"I do!"Tobias said in a squeaky, idiotic, perfect imitation of Marco's real voice.
"And do you...Screw it. We all know this is just some sick and twisted story for the authors entertainment. Let's skip the junk."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"You may now kiss the...the...Cross-dressing-gay-Andalite."
So Marco tried to kiss Ax, and Ax tried to rub Marco's cheek, and they went off on a bahama cruise for an...unusual...week.