"So... you're telling me you stood in for the bride while orchestrating that glorious chatastrophe?" Emerick was howling with laughter by the time they finally arrived at the bedroom. Trixie had just finished reciting tale of the failed wedding of Adriene Champollion and Roxanne Montpellier in terms almost as colorful and amusing as Brutus's had been.
"Yep," Trixie chuckled. "The bastards didn't even notice anything wrong... it was horrible. But hey, they made my job that much easier."
"That they did," Emerick agreed.
