He’s staring intensely at his console after having fiddled with the controls. Is something wrong? I would be surprised if there wasn’t.
He’s cuter than he should be. If he was from earth and quite a bit younger…I hope I’ll look as young as he does when I’m that age.
We landed at Skolominus or something. Colourful creatures are approaching. They look like oversized worms. They look pissed off. Run?
How fast can worms slither?
The Doctor says we have to short cut the matter dispenser. I hope with “we” he means “I”, cause that went straight over my head.
Just checking if I can tweet from the TARDIS.
Tweets appear on my screen as being post; the TARDIS is online.
I asked the Doctor where we are, he said he didn’t know. WIN!
How come we always only just manage to come out of adventures alive? I asked the Doctor and he swiftly changed subject.
How come wherever we go, we always end up in a lot of trouble and running our legs out of our bodies? Even when we planned downtime?
I suggested we blow the door out. The Doctor was not amused. What can you do with a wooden door the sonic screwdriver doesn’t work on?
I wondered out loud where he had found his clothes and in which time it was actually fashionable. The Doctor explained extensively. Hmmph.
There’s a shower on the TARDIS. Where does the water come from? And what about plumming?
Today the Doctor did a guided tour through the TARDIS. I’m sure there are adventures to be had in there. Suppose he needs the fresh air.
All our foes conveniently speak English. The Doctor says the TARDIS translates everything in your head. You think she also does currencies?
For a Time-Lord he is remarkably often late.
He always sounds so chirpy, but I know he’s hiding something. I can see it in his eyes and the way he carries himself around me.