Post by C K Styles on Dec 25, 2016 9:28:59 GMT
"You have a lovely day tomorrow," smiled Tegan as she handed over a bag of soaps to an elderly lady.
"Why, thank you midear," replied the old bitch who slowly exited Tegan's small shop in the Australian village of Brisbane. Tegan checked the time on her till. Closing time. She flicked a switch and the door locked behind granny. Tegan turned to Dr Who.
"And thank you for coming in to help me Doctor," she said. "Christmas Eve is always a super busy time for retailers. Though not today for some reason. It was like it was just like any other day."
"Ah," retorted Dr Who, waving his index finger at Tegan in the same manner as a perverted teacher would to an adolescent student whom he had caught drawing penises on a whiteboard, "if today was just a normal day then Christmas Eve can't ALWAYS be super busy."
"You know what I mean. Its normally busy; but today wasn't." Tegan shrugged to signify her confusion.
"Maybe there was some news that we missed out on," suggested Dr Who's sexy companion Lu Ping. "The old lady left her newspaper behind. Let's consult that!"
"Good idea, my Chinese Angel," congratulated Dr Who. He wandered over and started flicking through the paper. "The infernal cheek of the man," he added, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What is it?" asked Tegan and Lu Ping together. They eyed each other uncertainly. Dr Who noticed, and secretly hoped for some menage au trois later. Just the thought of it made his bouffant a little more bouncy. Once over his naughty thought, Dr Who showed his companions the newspaper. A full colour advert commanded their attention:
Peoples of the Earth, please attend carefully. I regret to inform you that Christmas this year has been cancelled. Sorry for any inconvenience. Yours, Santa Masterus.
"Santa Masterus?" said Tegan.
"The Master. I should have known." But it was too late. There was nothing Dr Who could do. Around the world, December 25th came around, and it was just like any other day. There was no big Christmas lunch. No Christmas specials on TV. No gift giving. Just a normal, mundane day. Dr Who knew that the Master would be chuckling to himself and saying that Dr Who had been naive. Dr Who also knew that the Master was right. He had been naive.
The Master had won.
The Master had cancelled Christmas
"Why, thank you midear," replied the old bitch who slowly exited Tegan's small shop in the Australian village of Brisbane. Tegan checked the time on her till. Closing time. She flicked a switch and the door locked behind granny. Tegan turned to Dr Who.
"And thank you for coming in to help me Doctor," she said. "Christmas Eve is always a super busy time for retailers. Though not today for some reason. It was like it was just like any other day."
"Ah," retorted Dr Who, waving his index finger at Tegan in the same manner as a perverted teacher would to an adolescent student whom he had caught drawing penises on a whiteboard, "if today was just a normal day then Christmas Eve can't ALWAYS be super busy."
"You know what I mean. Its normally busy; but today wasn't." Tegan shrugged to signify her confusion.
"Maybe there was some news that we missed out on," suggested Dr Who's sexy companion Lu Ping. "The old lady left her newspaper behind. Let's consult that!"
"Good idea, my Chinese Angel," congratulated Dr Who. He wandered over and started flicking through the paper. "The infernal cheek of the man," he added, rubbing the back of his neck.
"What is it?" asked Tegan and Lu Ping together. They eyed each other uncertainly. Dr Who noticed, and secretly hoped for some menage au trois later. Just the thought of it made his bouffant a little more bouncy. Once over his naughty thought, Dr Who showed his companions the newspaper. A full colour advert commanded their attention:
Peoples of the Earth, please attend carefully. I regret to inform you that Christmas this year has been cancelled. Sorry for any inconvenience. Yours, Santa Masterus.
"Santa Masterus?" said Tegan.
"The Master. I should have known." But it was too late. There was nothing Dr Who could do. Around the world, December 25th came around, and it was just like any other day. There was no big Christmas lunch. No Christmas specials on TV. No gift giving. Just a normal, mundane day. Dr Who knew that the Master would be chuckling to himself and saying that Dr Who had been naive. Dr Who also knew that the Master was right. He had been naive.
The Master had won.
The Master had cancelled Christmas