A Murder Most Unusual

"We are gathered here today to join Geoffrey and Caroline." A minister spoke, adjusting his glasses as he looked back to his book.

"Hey just cut to the vows man." Geoffrey spoke. He was a thin well dressed man, a member of the mob that ran Downy Island too. The girl he was marrying, Caroline was the daughter of a rich duck farmer, who made a fortune off the pillows he sold around the world. "Caroline when I look into your eyes all I see is beauty, I know we only met but a month ago but I just..just can't contain my joy." He paused, taking a moment. "You..you go my emotions are getting to me. He glanced at Caroline but she just stood their, tilting her head at him slightly. "Umm Caroline..your vows?" Caroline continued to stand there silently until finally, something was uttered.

"Fuck, I did not plan to get this far." 'Caroline' muttered under her breath, granted her voice was much more manly than Geoffrey remembered.

"Umm Caroline what was that." He asked, reaching his hand towards her veil.

"Well I guess now is as good a time as any." Mort thought to himself as his head shot from the veil, his pincers grasping Geoffrey's neck and ripping his head from his body in one quick movement. He glanced at the mortified audience as people began to scream. He sighed as the head dropped from his jaws. "Here I go killing again." He exclaimed Ripping most of the dress off to reveal multiple knives strapped to his thighs. He reached down gripping them as he swung his hands outwards, tossing them cleanly through the heads of those who were trying to run. Next his centipede-like arms shout outwards, making a wide arc around the wedding goes. "Wiggly Arms: Kiss the Bride." He shouted as his many legs began blasting Hasshoken shockwaves at the guests slamming them all into one place in the middle as he moved the circle inwards. The closer his arms got the more the shockwaves slammed them into one another, bones began to snap as he finally encircled them all, a sickening crunch finishing them all off. "Wow that was a rush huh." Mort panted, turning to the minister before spitting on his face, the poison both burning and killing him. His arm shot into a nearby bush, grabbing a large tarp bag combination and began to run, shedding the rest of the dress to reveal a normal suit. "Man I really shout have just set the place on fire." He mused.