When the Infinity Babies announced that their talk of "romance" was merely a desire to act as flower children, the entire universe breathed a massive sigh of relief—and then threw itself into wedding preparations with even more manic enthusiasm.
The Andromeda nebula volunteered to craft the wedding dress, weaving a train of stardust three light-years long. Black holes offered themselves as ovens to bake the cake, and the Sun even adjusted its solar flare frequency, just to broadcast "Happy Wedding" in Morse code on the day of the ceremony.
"[Universal Social-Death Alert]" The System popped up a notification. "[This wedding will be simulcast to all civilizations in the 11th dimension. Current ratings have already surpassed 'The Milky Way Voice'.]"
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