I was trying to come up with some clever joke about you 40 followers relating to the TARDIS Type 40 model…
But I appear to be broken from ‘Asylum of the Daleks’, so did ^that^ instead.
Thanks for the follow guys!
Doctor finally comes back, and I back from cupboard to find myself filled with Rose and her ungainly family. Very unhappy about mounting domestically, its bad enough dealing with one human and their it’s-bigger-on-the-inside-wtf-omg approach, let alone a pack of them all gawping. Was happy when Doctor told them to bugger off. All is forgiven for choosing a screwdriver over a living ship.
Everyone leaves, we go sailing off somewhere and Doctor and Rose step out for a canoodle. There’s a sensation this underground bunker is filled with unimaginable dread, but it’s probably a raccoon or something. Am left on my own to complete my extensive game of solitare that consists of 6 decks of cards. Is less tedious than Tetris, despite my fondness of name.
So definitely bored of depressed Doctor. Decided I would find someone for the moping Time Lord and his moping face with its stupid moping ears (he hasn’t even seen them yet, so glad I hid all the mirrors. A good few days of entertainment there.) Anyway, created a fake emergency signal and whisked him off to Earth. Seemed like the obvious choice, he really loves those little monkeys. He’s wandered off somewhere. Am wondering what he’s up to, but don’t really care that much.
Been around 6833 days since Time War ended. Doctor still moping. Decided to take him on a detour to see Kennedy. Should have checked the date before I landed… November 22, 1963… “Hey Doctor, lets go watch an assassination! That’ll cheer you up!”. Now Doctor has locked himself in bathroom 83 and refuses to come out.
The perfect combination of sexy and sarcastic. Sexcastic.