Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2015 1:54:19 GMT
'I have been thinking,' said the Doctor, his back turned to Clara and tapping his sonic against his chin in a thoughtful way. 'You are always thinking,' said Clara as she sniffed from a bag of glue that she had confiscated from Courtney earlier that day. 'Yes, well, indeed, anyway, I've been doing more of it and I've been thinking that almost all of the problems I have had in my life are down to one thing.' 'And what's that?' asked Clara, feeling a little woozy and becoming convinced that the TARDIS was filled with large and marvellous swans. 'Monsters!' answered the Doctor. 'Where?' cried an alarmed Clara, high as kite and quite unable to follow events as they unfolded in actual reality. The Doctor spun and turned in Clara's direction. He grabbed the bag of glue from her hands. Her eyes were wide and her mouth agog. The Doctor threw Clara's bag of glue in the TARDIS bin, where he kept the ripped out Gallifreyan diary entries that recounted the adventures he had had that were penned by Chibnall.
'Relax Clara, there are no monsters here, you're just off your head and prone to imagining them,' the Doctor said and Clara did indeed relax. 'There are no monsters anywhere,' she said. 'What do you mean?' asked the Doctor. 'Well, nothing is a monster is it?' asserted Clara. 'There are just different types of species and races and that,' she continued, 'nothing would describe itself as a monster and to call something a monster is very insulting and bigoted.' The Doctor was clearly affected by Clara's words and he just stood in silence as she fished her bag of glue from the TARDIS bin where Chibnall's awful awful awful work belonged. 'I might imagine monsters when I'm on the glue Doctor, but you imagine monsters all the time. That's what your problems are really down to,' said Clara as she lifted her bag to her mouth and nose and took a sanity baiting sniff. 'Hmm,' said the Doctor, 'so monsters don't exist?' 'Nope,' croaked Clara as she placed a hand to her chest and pointed at a friend from her childhood that she saw giggling and sitting atop the TARDIS' time rotor as it rose and fell. 'Some of us imagine nice things Doctor, but you imagine monsters. The only real monsters are the monsters within yourself,' said Clara. 'It is you Doctor, that is the true monster,' she concluded before collapsing onto the floor, out for the count.
The Doctor regarded his companion as she was laid out on the floor. He put one of the TARDIS blankets over her so she wouldn't get a time cold. The Doctor knew that she was right, but he also knew that monsters didn't look after their friends. 'Maybe monsters aren't all bad,' he said to himself as he headed toward the TARDIS console and set the coordinates to seek out a new species that he could antagonise.
'Relax Clara, there are no monsters here, you're just off your head and prone to imagining them,' the Doctor said and Clara did indeed relax. 'There are no monsters anywhere,' she said. 'What do you mean?' asked the Doctor. 'Well, nothing is a monster is it?' asserted Clara. 'There are just different types of species and races and that,' she continued, 'nothing would describe itself as a monster and to call something a monster is very insulting and bigoted.' The Doctor was clearly affected by Clara's words and he just stood in silence as she fished her bag of glue from the TARDIS bin where Chibnall's awful awful awful work belonged. 'I might imagine monsters when I'm on the glue Doctor, but you imagine monsters all the time. That's what your problems are really down to,' said Clara as she lifted her bag to her mouth and nose and took a sanity baiting sniff. 'Hmm,' said the Doctor, 'so monsters don't exist?' 'Nope,' croaked Clara as she placed a hand to her chest and pointed at a friend from her childhood that she saw giggling and sitting atop the TARDIS' time rotor as it rose and fell. 'Some of us imagine nice things Doctor, but you imagine monsters. The only real monsters are the monsters within yourself,' said Clara. 'It is you Doctor, that is the true monster,' she concluded before collapsing onto the floor, out for the count.
The Doctor regarded his companion as she was laid out on the floor. He put one of the TARDIS blankets over her so she wouldn't get a time cold. The Doctor knew that she was right, but he also knew that monsters didn't look after their friends. 'Maybe monsters aren't all bad,' he said to himself as he headed toward the TARDIS console and set the coordinates to seek out a new species that he could antagonise.