Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on Aug 15, 2015 17:07:49 GMT
The Brigadier gave the command, pressing the buttons to carry out the operation.
He tapped the number three, and then zero – and then, ready to embark on this crazy mission, finally pressed down on the button marked “Go”.
The popcorn began swiveling around the microwave for the following half-minute, the smell and noise suddenly filling the room.
He grabbed a bowl and, when the microwave oven dinged finished, moved the popcorn from the bag into the dish.
Doctor Who barked, “you blundering ignoramus!” He continued, “surely you recognize how much more sweet and savory the kernels of delicious poppéd corn would taste straight out of the very same bag in which it has been cooked?”
The Brigadier muttered something considerably unsavory under his breath.
Captain Yates burst into the kitchen. “I’m sorry, sirs, but the programme is about to begin!”
Doctor Who grabbed the Brigadier’s bowl and went to take his place in his armchair in his sitting room. The entire UNIT family was there – the mainstays such as the Brigadier and Sgt. Benton, Liz Shaw had stopped by, Cpl. Bell and even Bill Filer there to enjoy one of Dr. Who’s infamous movie nights.
The show about to start, Dr. Who reclined back. Lu Ping’s hand reached over, to grab a handful of his salty snack, but Doctor Who swatted it away rather violently.
Just before it began, a man appeared on the television set.
“Egad! The Master!” Remarked the UNIT officer from the Ambassadors of Death who had been played by the actor Geoffrey Beevers.
“Does his evil know no bounds, to even touch the testament of all that is good in the world that is my movie night?”
“My dear Doctor, I have become president of your beloved British Broadcasting Company.” The Master taunted. “I shall be filling the air with nothing but Top Gear.”
Lu Ping quietly asked. “What is Top Gear?”
“A program from far in your planet’s future. A harbinger of all that is evil in the world.” The Doctor tailed off, “From a bad time. A dark time…”
Noting the Master’s broadcasting from one of TV Centre’s studios, an idea flashed into Dr. Who’s mind.
“Hand me the telephone.” Filer passed it over. “I think I know just the man for the job.”
“Jim’ll fix it.” The Doctor and Lu Ping smiled at one another.
He tapped the number three, and then zero – and then, ready to embark on this crazy mission, finally pressed down on the button marked “Go”.
The popcorn began swiveling around the microwave for the following half-minute, the smell and noise suddenly filling the room.
He grabbed a bowl and, when the microwave oven dinged finished, moved the popcorn from the bag into the dish.
Doctor Who barked, “you blundering ignoramus!” He continued, “surely you recognize how much more sweet and savory the kernels of delicious poppéd corn would taste straight out of the very same bag in which it has been cooked?”
The Brigadier muttered something considerably unsavory under his breath.
Captain Yates burst into the kitchen. “I’m sorry, sirs, but the programme is about to begin!”
Doctor Who grabbed the Brigadier’s bowl and went to take his place in his armchair in his sitting room. The entire UNIT family was there – the mainstays such as the Brigadier and Sgt. Benton, Liz Shaw had stopped by, Cpl. Bell and even Bill Filer there to enjoy one of Dr. Who’s infamous movie nights.
The show about to start, Dr. Who reclined back. Lu Ping’s hand reached over, to grab a handful of his salty snack, but Doctor Who swatted it away rather violently.
Just before it began, a man appeared on the television set.
“Egad! The Master!” Remarked the UNIT officer from the Ambassadors of Death who had been played by the actor Geoffrey Beevers.
“Does his evil know no bounds, to even touch the testament of all that is good in the world that is my movie night?”
“My dear Doctor, I have become president of your beloved British Broadcasting Company.” The Master taunted. “I shall be filling the air with nothing but Top Gear.”
Lu Ping quietly asked. “What is Top Gear?”
“A program from far in your planet’s future. A harbinger of all that is evil in the world.” The Doctor tailed off, “From a bad time. A dark time…”
Noting the Master’s broadcasting from one of TV Centre’s studios, an idea flashed into Dr. Who’s mind.
“Hand me the telephone.” Filer passed it over. “I think I know just the man for the job.”
“Jim’ll fix it.” The Doctor and Lu Ping smiled at one another.