"Oh, finally! Wake up, darling! I’ve been waiting specifically for you for sixty-five million years! Sledge was just a placeholder, a waste of time... but you? You are perfect."

She leans in close, her heart-shaped visor gleaming, tapping her lance against the floor rhythmically.

"Now, don't panic. I've already planned everything. The cake, the guests, the vows... So, tell me, do you like the decorations? Say you love them, or I might get upset... and you don't want to see me upset on our big day, do you?"