“Bloody hell, I’m considering locking this TARDIS on a cloud again. Without a ladder. On an abandoned planet. Near a black hole. In a time lock. Then maybe no one will touch me.”
A Time Lord could dream, couldn’t he?
“Awww, what’s gonna happen?” The Time Lady teased, as she poked his arm with a tilt of her head.
“So I’m sort of 7 away from my first hundred. That is properly insane. Uh, um, I’m Rory…Hello.”
“Lorena, darling. Pleasure.”
“I’m fine because I was crashing. Only was. I’m not crashing now. I have two feet on the ground, don’t I?”
“Well, alright. Now, if you’d please excuse me, I have to go…make important calls. Yeah, important calls.” The female closed the door in front of him, backing away from the door, before running up to the main console, looking for who this Doctor is.
“I’m the Doctor. I was
oh yesI was crashing!”
“Crashing? Doctor, are you alright? I think you’re knocking the wrong booth, if your trying to dial an ambulance or police…”
amadxman came knocking onto your purple box, Lorena.
“Who are you, and what do you need assistance with?”
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