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βOld and senile??? Why donβt ya buy me Life Support for Christmas while youβre at it, Mister-Iβm-So-Clever-And-Young! Iβd rap you in the throat with my cane but I left it in the TARDIS. Honestly if you care about Clara that much, shut your trap and go see βer your bleedinβ self and stop mocking me!Β
Β Β Β Β βIβm the Doctor now, not you. Deal with it.β
"Life support? That can be arranged, if I so wanted it. Who the bloody hell is Clara?"
He froze for a moment before rolling his eyes at him.
"I am most certainly not the Doctor in any case, but so nice to see you again, my old senile friend."
"Shut up already with the old and senile shite! Gotta nice mouth on you now, don't ya. And you don't even know your own bloody companion anymore! Moved on pretty quick didn't you?"










