Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on Sept 15, 2015 21:34:04 GMT
“The answer is the 1983 World Series, in the Fifth Game!” Doctor Who shouted.
“That is correct!” The host, Eddie Staples, revealed. “You move on to the bonus round!”
“Oh, joy!” Doctor Who responded.
“We all know the rules; you can bring your assistant in to take the question for you, or attempt to conquer the Scorpion challenge!”
Doctor Who braced himself. “The Scorpion Challenge, my good man.” He moved into the booth, where dozens of scorpions were suddenly blown all around him.
Deep in thought, he recited, “Chamberlain! Yugoslavia! Frederic the Great! Barium!” The Scorpions’ stings were fierce and wild. “Metebelis 3!”
Watching this, off-stage, Lu Ping sighed. “Metebelis 3…”
“It looks like he’s not going to make it!” Eddie Staples told the audience. “Is this the end of Doctor Who?”
Doctor Who was by now unconscious, incapable of pooling his vast knowledge towards the five-figure sum and tea set he had hoped to earn so Lu Ping could go back to live with her family, a Sherpa clan who live at the peak of Mount Everest.
Lu Ping rushed onto the stage, prying him from the booth. Professor Hall, behind her, beckoned her to stop. “It’s too late! There’s nothing we can do for him now.”
Dr. Who was unconscious. Professor Hall, solemnly acknowledging what is about to occur, drew a vial of smelling salts from his knapsack. “I suppose it’s time we faced facts.” He brought it to his best friend’s face.
Dr. Who rose to a start, groaning in pain. He muttered something inconsequential and perhaps vulgar under his breath, before giving a longing look to his beloved assistant Lu Ping.
“It’s time we went home, eh? Time we all went home.” Dr. Who smiled a wide smile, closed his eyes, and was dead.
“It – this can’t happen. It couldn’t happen!” Lu Ping pleaded, in tears.
“You’ll be able to go back and save your family from the Swiss Guard. It’s what he wanted. Do it for him.” Professor Hall, the staunch professional he is, was too incapable of stifling his tears.
Hiding from behind the camera, Dr. Who’s fiercest foe, the Master, clad in a black cloak, was similarly choked up at his enemy’s sacrifice.
Eddie Staples brought Lu Ping her briefcase of money, and wished her well. Dr. Who was to be buried at Our Lady of Grace Church, in Stowmarket, Sussex, and details for his memorial services were to be published in the Sunday Times.
“That is correct!” The host, Eddie Staples, revealed. “You move on to the bonus round!”
“Oh, joy!” Doctor Who responded.
“We all know the rules; you can bring your assistant in to take the question for you, or attempt to conquer the Scorpion challenge!”
Doctor Who braced himself. “The Scorpion Challenge, my good man.” He moved into the booth, where dozens of scorpions were suddenly blown all around him.
Deep in thought, he recited, “Chamberlain! Yugoslavia! Frederic the Great! Barium!” The Scorpions’ stings were fierce and wild. “Metebelis 3!”
Watching this, off-stage, Lu Ping sighed. “Metebelis 3…”
“It looks like he’s not going to make it!” Eddie Staples told the audience. “Is this the end of Doctor Who?”
Doctor Who was by now unconscious, incapable of pooling his vast knowledge towards the five-figure sum and tea set he had hoped to earn so Lu Ping could go back to live with her family, a Sherpa clan who live at the peak of Mount Everest.
Lu Ping rushed onto the stage, prying him from the booth. Professor Hall, behind her, beckoned her to stop. “It’s too late! There’s nothing we can do for him now.”
Dr. Who was unconscious. Professor Hall, solemnly acknowledging what is about to occur, drew a vial of smelling salts from his knapsack. “I suppose it’s time we faced facts.” He brought it to his best friend’s face.
Dr. Who rose to a start, groaning in pain. He muttered something inconsequential and perhaps vulgar under his breath, before giving a longing look to his beloved assistant Lu Ping.
“It’s time we went home, eh? Time we all went home.” Dr. Who smiled a wide smile, closed his eyes, and was dead.
“It – this can’t happen. It couldn’t happen!” Lu Ping pleaded, in tears.
“You’ll be able to go back and save your family from the Swiss Guard. It’s what he wanted. Do it for him.” Professor Hall, the staunch professional he is, was too incapable of stifling his tears.
Hiding from behind the camera, Dr. Who’s fiercest foe, the Master, clad in a black cloak, was similarly choked up at his enemy’s sacrifice.
Eddie Staples brought Lu Ping her briefcase of money, and wished her well. Dr. Who was to be buried at Our Lady of Grace Church, in Stowmarket, Sussex, and details for his memorial services were to be published in the Sunday Times.