WARNING: THIS CRACKFIC CONTAINS EXTRA CRACK
ALSO, I DO NOT OWN LEVIATHAN
Volger's moustache stood next to Bovril, his best man, as he watched his beautiful Loris bride walk down the aisle. Larry was her name, and Moustache had loved her since the moment he had first seen her, although being a Clanker aristocrat's moustache, had known that loving a fabricated creature was forbidden. When Moustache had first told Volger, Volger had been appalled. He had even threatened to shave Moustache off, but like with Volger's young prince who had fallen in love with the common girl, Volger eventually and reluctantly gave Moustache and Larry his blessing.
So here Moustache was, marrying the girl of his dreams. When Larry finally reached the altar, the ceremony began. The preacher, a Messenger Lizard, read off all the regular vows, and not once did Volger protest.
"Do you, Moustache, take Larry to be your wife?" Moustache nodded.
"And do you, Larry, take Moustache to be your husband?"
"I do." Larry stated.
"Then by the power vested in me by the Captain of this airship," the lizard continued "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
And with that, Larry and Moustache sealed their marriage with a kiss.
FUN FACT: In French, the word "moustache" is actually feminine. However, I felt Volger's pride would be hurt (even more than it already is) if his Moustache was a girl.