Temptress with thy flow of wit, now stopst thine mouth, for thou referrest to nuptials not thought of by Hera, Jupiter, nor even Hades--darkest of princes--gleaming sallowly over pork rinds, when he first gazed on Proserpina, his bride to be, his turnip, munching poptarts, coloring with pens her paper, in a dark cell. Then did he cast his eye o'er Or-lawn-do. Eureka, or words like that, I have found her, the Dark One, etc, the devourer of her own, I have here found one too like me, etc., etc.
So, you are saying JB has a contender? kidding.