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The Doctor Texts
You should see the bill...
You try to tell a lady she’s grand, you end up telling her she’s fat and gassy. You know what I mean? … No? Just me? Well, blimey.
It’s happened before, and Nine tends to be the victim— poor bloke just has to put up with the lot of us!
I… haven’t heard a word from him since.
He won’t let me live it down. To this day he calls me “the Nutty Doctor”… I guess that’s what I get for calling him “Ricky the Idiot” once too often.
The TARDIS found out how to route her consciousness directly to my phone in the form of binary communication… these images are less than half of a single message.
They don’t text me, but they’re probably a bit suspicious at how often they tend to cross paths with the mysterious stranger in a blue box… I’ve been getting preemptive messages from their mysterious ‘guardian angel’ over a few regenerations now…
You would probably be surprised at how many of these I get… not only due to the fact that I’m fairly certain I haven’t given my mobile number to that many strangers, but also due to the fact that they think it’s like some sort of job…
I think he was lying, but dear Roranicus turns a wonderful shade of red whenever I try suggesting TARDIS sundae Saturdays to him again…
He actually comes to me for advice quite a lot, which is a bit baffling… he really doesn’t need it!
