You can cut the tension with a knife. The honeymoon is over for the Doctor Who the northern and Rose and don't they just know it. "Where you going'" "I'm goin' to comedy club." "When are you coming back?" "1941." "Are you taking the whippets?" "What's it to you, bitch..." How could it ever come to this? And the recriminations. "So you're back then, as 'eck as like." "Yeah, well, you seem to have 'ad a good time." "Who was he?" "He was no one. Just... Jack. Someone who made me laugh." "Are you my mummy?" "Fook off, kid." "But why, Rose. I love you." "It's not enough. And where's me chips?" "Are you my mummy?" "I told you to fook off." "Don't do this to me, Doctor Who." "I gave you fookin' everything." "Where are you going?" "Out." "Where?" "The 'ospital. Victor Meldrew's doing a charity gig, so you can fook off with Captain fookin' Jack." "But you twiddled daisies in me minge." "Face it, bitch. It's over. Go to your room!" Silence.
To be continued!
Archivist: Suthers
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Suthers has watched the Doctor Who since 1928. His favourite episode was The Doctor Who and the Rose where D.H. Lawrence (DHL) delivered a classic loosely based on Lady Chatterbox.
Monstrously deformed, Garr remains at his remote Irish retreat where he and his captives enjoy endless marathons of The Doctor Who Space Detective and the music of Count John McCormack.
Half human, half lost library and half automaton, Ogronic lurks in shadowy corners peering in keyholes. Next time you find a cup stuck to a wall, you'll know he has been listening in.
A more recent scholar of The Doctor Who (only discovering it in 1962), Brainiac Nutjob enjoys sounds and feels. If someone whispers your name on the wind, it's not him.The Stats-o-tron
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