The Doctor Who is called back to Wales. But it's not the rift. It's the Kumars at No. 42, the world's smallest mining company, who are in the process of drilling into the Earth.
"Hi Granny Kumar," says the Doctor Who. "I came as soon as I could. What seems to be the trouble?"
"Oh thank the lord," says Granny Kumar. " We're just trying to drill into the ground to meet your old friends the Silurians."
"Oh, that's nice," says the Doctor Who.
"Yes," says Granny Kumar. "But we are constantly being bothered by that chap over there. Says he's a friend of yours. He keeps telling us not to dig there, but to dig it elsewhere. That we're digging it round and it ought to be square."
The Doctor Who glances over. It's Wilf! The Time Lord is not pleased. "We'll soon see about that," he says.
***
The Doctor Who and Wilf are seated in their favourite cafe again. The Doctor Who is still unhappy. "Look, you motherf***er. You shouldn't be here. You're RTD's monster. You're in the wrong timestream."
Wilf pulls down his woolly hat, then tries to explain his position: "I'm sorry, Doctor. But the shape of it's wrong, it's much much too long, and you can't put a hole where a hole don't belong."
The Doctor Who can take no more. Once again he falls back on his old solution. He rushes out to his van, grabs a gun and blasts Wilf out of existence - just as his old Silurian friend is popping out of the ground. The Silurian looks at the horrific bloodshed and wails: "There should have been another way!"
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This is a fantastic blog. Thankfully, you brave fellows are here to preserve the true-history of the Doctor Who before it is transformed into pedanticated whiffle by the Master Guy and his Vox Denomini Populi...cannon. Thingy.
ReplyDeleteCarry on with your serious works.