A/N: It turns out, that fanfiction.net has blocked my astericks in the last few chapters. I have this to say: SCREW YOU! cough (if you blocked those astericks, I will personally sue your fanfiction-ass off. Heh. No, I kid.) TO THE STORY!

I own Hailey, Sam, Sammi, and the WORLD. MWAHAHAHAHA!

Chapter Eight. Eth. Eighteth. blink 12345678. 8! VIII! (I've got making- my-point-clear syndrome. It's a rare brain desiese. sniff)

Hailey: I dance, I dance, I dance, around the Mexican hat, I dance I dance, I dance, around the Mexican hat!

Tidus: twiddles thumbs

Sam: imitates organ music Nuh nuh nuh nuh, nuh nuh nuh nuh! ...slipped on a banana peel, fell and died!

Hailey: whaps Sam with flower boquet Do it right!

Sam: ow Fine... Here comes the bride, all white and snide,

Seymour: (ARE YOU HAPPY, CRITICAL PERSON?!? I SPELLED IT YOUR WAY, NOW GIMME THE 20 BUCKS YOU OWE ME.) ...Here comes the groom! Dumber than a broom!...

Sam: smacks Seymour I do that!

Seymour: sigh

Hailey: walks up asile towards His Hotness Tidus

Tidus: flirts with maid of honour

Preacher dude with mohawk, a.k.a Brother: Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today...

Hailey: Um, excuse me,

Preacher dude with mohawk, a.k.a Brother: to bear witness to-

Hailey: Um, hi. Can we just skip ahead to the 'I dos?" (Yes, I'm scamming off Shrek. Sue me, and I'll give you every last cuss word I've got.)

Tidus: chuckle Go on.

Preacher dude with mohawk, a.k.a Brother: after much yapping I now pronounce you, oddball and teepee.

Tidus and Hailey: make out

Sam: runs up to Hailey and throws confettii NOW WE GET CAKE!

Seymour: stops Sam from stuffing face No, the bride and groom get first peice.

Sam: . . . . . . .

Seymour: is rushed to hospital

Sam, Hailey, Tidus, Wakka, Lulu, and magically healed Seymour crowd into Limo

Narrator: What will happen next? Find out, on Chapter 9! 'The Reception Party of DOOM!"