*Puts in Fiddler on the Roof*
Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match. Make me a match, make me a match.
Quote:
|
You objected to us doing so, remember?
|
You talking about those "marriages", or really. Because if it's the "marriages", then The High Priest can't, and really doesn't want to. But for reality, hey, The High Priest is game.
*Thinks and decides to sing again*
If I were a rich man...
*starts jumping around like crazy*