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“I'm not mad.” (@doctordandy)
Her string of apologies interrupted, it took Jenny a moment to process what he’d said. “Oh,” she finally came up with- though it was another half-moment before she continued. “Er, right ok. It’s just... I thought you might be, is all. You’re not?”
Starter for @doctordandy
There was a loud crash sound coming from a thankfully desert street in London on Earth. Nothing looked out of place except for one small shop that got smoke coming out of it, doors wide open.
A rather small boy with short black hair, wearing what looked like ceremonial black and white robes, ran out of the shop. He was coughing hard and looked like he was about to fall on the ground at any second.
The small child didn’t know where he was. He was terrified and started to feel even more dizzy than he already was. He did, at one point, fall down on his knees and soon passed out, laying unconscious in the middle of the street.
@doctordandy
What was that supposed to mean?! That was outrageous!
“Oh yes, is me indeed! Now, who the places are you, old chap?”
The Seventh Doctor narrowed his eyes, and muttered something about the massively tall man getting a nose bleed.
“-come now. You know PRECISELY who I am!”
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“Why, thank you! I like your little friends here. May I pet them?”
“Yeah! That’s fine! They love people, the dogs do. We’ve got Clara, Barbara, Wilfred, and Alistair,” John happily said, pointing to each dog in turn. “They’re good dogs. Everyone loves them.”
@doctordandy is getting a starter from Romana!
“Well, at least this version of you has a bit of taste when it comes to your wardrobe.”
"Dear Master: Today's lunch was delightful, I barely can wait for the next one. And the next one. And the next one. Yours, the Doctor." The note was left on his cell, along with an apple.
“To my dear Doctor– please note the antidote locked in the box on top of your desk for the poison that was in the lunch. I trust that you’re intelligent enough to save yourself. Perhaps this will teach you from stealing my lunches in the foreseeable future?” The note is left on his desk again.
