I'm not really sure how I got to this place... these last few days... whew... When I consider a secret Beanie Army's thwarted attack... a plush toy for a first mate... a freaky bug doing clandestine inspections of my ship and crew, hired by who knows who... I dunno. What's so weird about a droid wedding, when you get right down to it? They can pick out curtains for their shared storage bin and become a regular part of this categorically insane crew... like the talking dog in the bubble helmet, and the helmsman who cries. If I hadn't read that chapter at the Academy, the one on Deep Space Hysteria, I may well have crossed over into the Goofy Zone myself... but as detailed in that learned essay, a rededication to personal talents has proven to be a most effective defense against the space-crazies...Bless you, Uncle Albert, for teaching me to knit... and Isis herself told me last night over a tray of pizza paste that she liked my knitting and thought I would make a simply smashing concubine as soon as I completed three sacred tasks for her, to satisfy her vengeance...
**"And so, by the power vested in me by the Small Council and the Small Space Academy, I hereby pronounce you Fully Networked. May you both go forth and create efficient subroutines!"**