Maybe they're not supposed to get married

It was a beautiful day to get married, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, Hattens and Riesling are about to get married! All ways fine, then came in Renata yelling about a raid! No time to waste! Night owls shall aid! Liquid and Arrans went out with their shotgun! To turn on a cruise missle. Well there goes the neighbourhood. Knuckledusters are fleeing. Elliot takes them prisoners, more luciferum on peg legs, man their life sucks eggs. Every thing is well, the wedding is still on! Another newly wed couple to the colo- A chunk of spaceship has landed, things that were crushed: Hattens. OH YOU MOTHER F-