The ArchDruid of Canterbury Dr. Rowan Williams was performing a small wedding ceremony in a chapel inside Saint Paul's Cathedral.
It was the 11th marriage for the 10 times married and divorced Lord Justice Tiebe Sluttingham.
It was the 1st marriage for the 23 year-old escort girl.
"If any one here knows any just cause," the ArchDruid solemnly intoned, "why these two should not be lawfully wed, let them speak now or forever hold their peace...."
The Were-Zomb-ire entered the chapel growling and snarling.
"Is someone here raising an objection?" the ArchDruid looked up.
The Were-Zomb-ire fell on top of the would-be groom Lord Justice Sluttingham and started tearing him to pieces.
"I'll take that as a yes," said the ArchDruid.
* * *
"So what's up?" Amadeus asked Renfield between mouthloads of mustard and mayonnaise laiden cold roast beef sandwiches.
"Well," Renfield was hooking up the antenna of the genetically engineered psychic lobster Michelangelo to the computer, "the Boss got an irate phone call from British Prime Minister David Cameron. It seems 10 Downing Street is pissed about my resurrected Were-Zomb-ire causing chaos and havoc throughout the streets of London."
"Really?" Amadeus reached for his bowl of soup and started slurping away.
"Yes," Renfield nodded, "so the Boss asked me to use Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster to track down the whereabouts of said Were-Zomb-ire."
Michelangelo kept on looking over at Amadeus and his bowl of soup.
"Hm, Michelangelo seems to be distracted by your eating a bowl of soup for some reason," Renfield remarked, "what type of soup is it by the way?".
"Lobster bisque," Amadeus replied.
Michelangelo the Psychic Lobster started freaking out.
To be continued.
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