Into the sunset

"A plague upon the foul fiend! Tom's a-cold." Lonely as a cloud and twice as mauve, Charlie recoiled from the beginning as if always already. "But it did sound vaguely familiar."

"I took you for a joint-stool." No — seven and a quarter.

"How" said the eggs.

"No — how?" Five and a half, apart from the goat.

"And then some," exclaimed the captain. "Ahoy there. Shiver me timbers. Hoist the mainsail. Keel-haul the yard arm."

Enough navalities. "Me too," rejoined Theo, and together they sailed into the sunset. "Oops," they said. "It's a bit hot here."

"SALVATION" is the name of the game (-show host). But all was merry and bliss. (Wedded bliss, Wedded blitz).