This happy ending is going to explode…all over me.
It’s gonna be tasty.
It’s gonna be messy.
It’s gonna be so delicious.
Too bad it’s all fake.
See, we’re just pretending.
We want everyone to think we’re getting married.
So that we can get out of a jam.
If anyone finds out, we’re screwed.
I don’t know what’s coming next.
But I have a feeling that it’s me.