Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on Oct 11, 2015 1:49:19 GMT
“It’s Christmas!” Dr. Who yelled, causing the crowd of children to hoot and holler in sheer delight. He handed each of them a present as he wandered through the crowd, detesting each and every one of their disgusting faces.
“Doctor, what year is this?” Tardis asked.
“It’s 1991, and our mission is to prevent the Hindenberg II from assassinating the Queen.” He explained.
“Of course.” Doctor Who jumped onto Tardis, and revved the handle before speeding away.
Pulling up to the alleyway, Dr. Who jumped right off and did a cartwheel. He then met with Inspector Gregor and his crack team of analysts over the dead body sitting in front of him.
“He’s been murdered!” Doctor Who screamed in terror whilst running in circles holding a puppy.
“Yes.” The body had been cut exactly in half, innards poured out all along the walls. Inspector Gregson put on his hat in disgust.
“Do we have any suspects?”
“Yes, Robert Duvall.” At this point, Doctor Who was handed a headshot of the Academy Award winning-actor by his good friend Inspector Gregg.
A mail van pulled up to the side of the alleyway.
“Got to go.” Dr. Who hung up the phone and removed a full open-faced ham sandwich from his back pocket, eating it whole as though in a hurry.
Flying the plane, Dr. Who radioed into space command. “This is Alpha Zed-Two-Zed, get me a dozen sacks of potatoes, I’ve got a terrific migraine.”
A stewardess brought him his cigarettes as he laughed with his colleagues over the big pitch meeting they had just had.
He had just crashed the stock market, and was now on his way to shake hands with Dr. Who. His name was Jimmy Hodjimmyhod, and he was fifteen years old.
“Hello, friend!” The Master vaporized him, smiling.
“How could you!” Dr. Who admonished, smiling.
“I love cole slaw!” The Master responded, smiling.
“Aagh!” Doctor Who recoiled, smiling. He hung up the phone.
Dr. Who then put on his lab coat and examined the dead body in front of him.
“It’s me.” He solemenly realized, smiling.
“I’m River Song.”
“Doctor, what year is this?” Tardis asked.
“It’s 1991, and our mission is to prevent the Hindenberg II from assassinating the Queen.” He explained.
“Of course.” Doctor Who jumped onto Tardis, and revved the handle before speeding away.
Pulling up to the alleyway, Dr. Who jumped right off and did a cartwheel. He then met with Inspector Gregor and his crack team of analysts over the dead body sitting in front of him.
“He’s been murdered!” Doctor Who screamed in terror whilst running in circles holding a puppy.
“Yes.” The body had been cut exactly in half, innards poured out all along the walls. Inspector Gregson put on his hat in disgust.
“Do we have any suspects?”
“Yes, Robert Duvall.” At this point, Doctor Who was handed a headshot of the Academy Award winning-actor by his good friend Inspector Gregg.
A mail van pulled up to the side of the alleyway.
“Got to go.” Dr. Who hung up the phone and removed a full open-faced ham sandwich from his back pocket, eating it whole as though in a hurry.
Flying the plane, Dr. Who radioed into space command. “This is Alpha Zed-Two-Zed, get me a dozen sacks of potatoes, I’ve got a terrific migraine.”
A stewardess brought him his cigarettes as he laughed with his colleagues over the big pitch meeting they had just had.
He had just crashed the stock market, and was now on his way to shake hands with Dr. Who. His name was Jimmy Hodjimmyhod, and he was fifteen years old.
“Hello, friend!” The Master vaporized him, smiling.
“How could you!” Dr. Who admonished, smiling.
“I love cole slaw!” The Master responded, smiling.
“Aagh!” Doctor Who recoiled, smiling. He hung up the phone.
Dr. Who then put on his lab coat and examined the dead body in front of him.
“It’s me.” He solemenly realized, smiling.
“I’m River Song.”