I don't know where the hell you are, Doctor- but you had best get your skinny arse down here and beam me back up straightaway, because there is no way in bloody hell that I am going to be a... wedding.. planner. That is-without a doubt- the most.. cruel and unusual punishment you could dish out. Really.
You've had your fun. Now, go on- start beaming. Or whatever it is you do, Spaceship Boy.