T̲h̲e̲ ꭰoctoꭱ

my emotional state is pain.

my knee hurts.

i did have a funny feeling you might be.

actually *I'm* the doctor.

yes, hello, i'm the doctor, & i'm not remotely human, thank you.

it is a bit stuffy...

how about magazines? not stacked! just lined up.

does the pope go to confessional?

don't know.

that IS what she said btw.

looks at camera we're gonna need a bigger measuring tape.

see a jumper is going to save you & everybody else a lot of stress. now let's just get your measurements...

i've got the goods. you got the fudge?

even when it's chilly?

well not *you* obviously.

you should all put some clothes on.

this & that.

earf.

she only looked amused, never remotely angry.

“well something seems to have flustered you terribly. i don't bite, you know.”

“have we been having the same conversation? our point of contention is whether or not seven shots is rookie numbers. i say aye, you say aye, i say prove it. capiche? that's italian for 'a frothy coffee'. TMYK.”

“don't be silly, we haven't started yet. you won't be the loser until i drink you under the table.”

she may be grown, but she doesn't appear to have grown very much...

“now that's no way to treat a lady. everyone knows the loser pays.”

“are you offering to buy me lots & lots of drinks?”

what sort of thug would hit a small defenceless woman?

“yes, for me. seven isn't rookie numbers for you?”

“rookie numbers.”

it's an art.

no, it's a little joke, i would die.

“i'm actually much prettier this way. ooh, what does this button do?”

action & adventure with a healthy dose of intrigue, romance & philosophy all wrapped up in a nice sci-fi ribbon.

i mean hey-o, on this planet i'll eat anything but the food!

that one always kills in the colonies.

looks like i'm going to have to find something else to chew.

( eyebrow wiggle )

that's just called missing the appointment.