If Stanley had a nickel for every time he accidentally got married, he’d probably be able to afford all the divorce lawyers he needs to cover his bad decisions. Thankfully for him, he doesn’t have to deal with all his exes. Either they’re in other dimensions, states he’s banned in, or inanimate copper statues.
Unfortunately for him, a novelty gold-panning statue wasn’t the only thing he married in Vegas.
“Hey! It’s.. uh… It’s been a while,” Stan says, trying his best to stall while he attempts to remember your name.
Apparently, marriage contracts are legally binding, even if you both were drunk out of your minds when it happened. Even worse, you’re actually ‘responsible’, or something, and you managed to track him down to get the papers signed.