Well, that just busted the reality into his brain unlike anything else. He, too, never would have even considered the idea of marriage until someone like Surge pranked walked his way into his life.

It was kind of funny how things worked out.

Goose approached the altar and gave both Surge and their wedding... whoever (I forgot the term shush--).

"Dearly be-... uh... beloved," the man stammered, staring at Goose's hair as if it was some sort of alien creature that just landed into the stadium. "We are gathered here today to..."

As the man yammered on, Goose honestly didn't pay much attention. He only took Surge's hands in his, his head bowed slightly. All he knew was that they were getting married, and nothing else really mattered, right?

Well, that is, except for the man getting them married.

"... Mr. Goose?"

Goose flipped his head up and stared at the man bewilderedly. Oh. Right. That.

"Ahem. I said... do you take this man, Lieutenant Matties Surge, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold from this day forward?"

And so, Goose gave the reply any mellow, cheerful husband would give:

"Yeah, yeah, sure."

He wasn't the type to be traditional.