- November 27, 2015
It’s rather a pity, in a way…now the universe is down to 699 wonders. Change, my dear. And it seems not a moment too soon. Anybody remotely interesting is mad in some way. I might’ve been saying something important. I was saying something important! Let’s go in! Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of lesser men to light the flame. Whatever the cost. I hate computers and refuse to be bullied by them. Logic, my dear Zoe, merely enables one to be wrong with authority. Renewed? Have I? That’s it, I’ve been renewed. It’s part of the TARDIS. Without it I couldn’t survive.
No… No-no-no-no-wait-wait-wait-wait… I remember I’m-I-I… I’m with my father, we’re lying back in the grass, it’s a warm Gallifreyan night— Don’t be sad Grace. You’ll do great things. Yes, well, the definition of the word ‘humanity’ is always a rather complex question, isn’t it? I know who I am, I… AM… THE DOCTOR! I don’t think that I’m a hugging person now. Alright? Of course I’m alright, my child. You know, I am so constantly outwitting the opposition, I tend to forget the delights and satisfaction of the gentle art of fisticuffs.
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These are attack eyebrows. You could take bottle tops off with these. Oh, my giddy aunt! Brave heart, Clara. People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-and-effect… but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly… timey-wimey… stuff. Well, I would say that that person would be an egomaniac, need, game-player sort of person. Well, you’re very similar heights. Maybe you should wear labels. For some people, small, beautiful events are what life is all about!
Mmmm… what’s that m’boy? I am the Doctor! The original you might say! It’s all right up to the eyebrows. Then it goes haywire. The least important things, sometimes my dear boy, lead to the greatest discoveries. Goodbye… Fancypants! I hate computers and refuse to be bullied by them. An unintelligent enemy is far less dangerous than an intelligent one…. Shut it, Hoodie! Well, I’ll tell you something that should be of vital interest to you.…That you, Sir, are a NITWIT! You ain’t seen nothing yet!