Good Ol' Fashioned Hopp's Family Shotgun Wedding

Nick: Well, the odds of me putting a bun in the bun's oven are extremely low.

Judy: Though not impossible!

Nick: Well, it isn't the kind of odds I'd be taking if I was going to spend a day betting at the Oasis Hotel and Casino that's for sure. As for whether ol' Mam' Hopp's would wedge a shotgun between my shoulder blades over defying the laws of nature...well...I don't want to stereotype but...

Judy: Oh no, he would. He absolutely would. He's done it before, with seven or eight of my sisters.

Nick: Wait? What!? You're serious!?

Judy: Oh deadly serious. He's got a special shotgun specifically for weddings. With a white wood polished stock and everything.

Nick: I er...um....*Begins to sweat* Mam', I better be more careful from here on out then. *Sighs* I'm going to miss not using condoms.

Judy: What about those steep odds?

Nick: You said it yourself Carrots. Steep, but not impossible. And knowing that Ol' Mam' Hopps threatening to mount me in his study is on the table, I'd like to keep those odds as low as I possibly can.

Judy: Well, if you want to obliterate those odds altogether, putting a ring on this paw would spare you two barrels aimed at the back from 'Ol' Mam Hopps'.

Nick: Ugh, not you too. I get enough of this from my Mom as it is...