Wait so...what exactly are the Ministry's "scientific methods of discovery?" I don't recall giving them any data. And if I did it would have been littered with jokes and puns. Does that mean I've been paired with Susan Bones simply because I find humor in the word 'boner?' Something to think about mates. My theory? I think they're just bloody pulling names out of a basket.
So Susan...hope you don't mind your husband being a very active sleepwalker. Oh, I also wear beet scented lotion in bed. Help's keep the skin fresh. Oh, and I purposefully sharpen my toenails to sharp points, and I have restless leg syndrome. Good luck.
[Fred] You'll never believe whats happened. I'm engaged now, I guess? To Susan.
It's not that it's terrible. Could have gotten worse. Susan's a gem but...I wasn't planning on getting married. Ever. It's all Ministry rubbish. I hope she ain't expecting me to just become a loyal and loving husband. She's got her own shite to worry about anyway. She'll probably still want to live off in...wherever the hell she's living. She hasn't even told me. You're probably laughing it up right now, aren't you?
"Hardy-har-har, George survived but got shacked up unwillingly, has only got one full ear, and can't find that one other purple striped sock!" You bellend.