one [ That sure is a grumpy older Scottish man pretty much yelling at whatever poor soldier was supposed to give him his file. The Doctor didn't like soldiers to begin with. He especially didn't like soldiers who dropped him here, away from home, without his TARDIS and didn't even give him something that passed for an explanation. Of course there was this mysterious Porter that brought them here with seemingly no explanation. Pull the other one. ]
If you really understand that this is a stressful ordeal, like your little paper sheet says, then why don't you let other people take a look at this Porter? Let me pop in, take a look, I'm sure I'll be able to figure out what your little pudding brains can't comprehend, I'll fiddle around a bit, and whoopsie daisy, we'll all be on our way and you won't need me anymore.
[ "But sir, you're brought here to help fight the Communists and save-" ]
Oh you're long overdue, you should have stopped caring about the Communists what, thirty years ago? It might be more, I tend to overshoot these things. It all ends up fine, you end up bringing the glories of capitalism and McDonalds to the good ol'USSR. Spoilers, I suppose, but I don't really care, this timeline's messed up enough as is. So again, let me look at Porter and let me go home.
[ Said poor soldier looks like she wants to be anywhere but here—alternatively, she's thinking that she's not paid enough to deal with shouty Scottish men. Somebody please save her. ]
five [ Yeah, they didn't let him look at the Porter. As such, the Doctor's in Nonah and he's borderline sulking about the fact that they didn't let him look. What was it with humans and not accepting the fact that sometimes they weren't the smartest species in the room? Egotistical, that's what it was. He's still convinced that if they just gave him five minutes with the Porter, he'd manage to figure out whatever was wrong with it and send everybody on their merry way.
The fact that everyone keeps calling him a 'hero' only makes things worse. He's not a hero. He knows he's not a hero. He's not a hero, he's not a villain, he's not a good man, he's just an idiot in a box who travels around and makes things right. Although, now he's an idiot sans box. Which makes him an idiot. For the first time, the Doctor seriously considers changing what he identifies as.
Anyway, he's an idiot, he's sulking, and someone is attempting to convince him to advocate for children to stay in school. ] What, d'you want a soundbyte? If you drop out, you're stupid, the end. [ People skills, what people skills. As he's pressured to give a better soundbyte, the Doctor just rolls his eyes. ] I don't know what about this, [ gesturing to his outfit which kind of screams 'magician' ] would be convincing to stay in school. Why don't you ask them instead?
[ With that...the Doctor just straight up randomly points to a random imPort. Congratulations, he's trying to pass the buck. ]
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[ That sure is a grumpy older Scottish man pretty much yelling at whatever poor soldier was supposed to give him his file. The Doctor didn't like soldiers to begin with. He especially didn't like soldiers who dropped him here, away from home, without his TARDIS and didn't even give him something that passed for an explanation. Of course there was this mysterious Porter that brought them here with seemingly no explanation. Pull the other one. ]
If you really understand that this is a stressful ordeal, like your little paper sheet says, then why don't you let other people take a look at this Porter? Let me pop in, take a look, I'm sure I'll be able to figure out what your little pudding brains can't comprehend, I'll fiddle around a bit, and whoopsie daisy, we'll all be on our way and you won't need me anymore.
[ "But sir, you're brought here to help fight the Communists and save-" ]
Oh you're long overdue, you should have stopped caring about the Communists what, thirty years ago? It might be more, I tend to overshoot these things. It all ends up fine, you end up bringing the glories of capitalism and McDonalds to the good ol'USSR. Spoilers, I suppose, but I don't really care, this timeline's messed up enough as is. So again, let me look at Porter and let me go home.
[ Said poor soldier looks like she wants to be anywhere but here—alternatively, she's thinking that she's not paid enough to deal with shouty Scottish men. Somebody please save her. ]
five
[ Yeah, they didn't let him look at the Porter. As such, the Doctor's in Nonah and he's borderline sulking about the fact that they didn't let him look. What was it with humans and not accepting the fact that sometimes they weren't the smartest species in the room? Egotistical, that's what it was. He's still convinced that if they just gave him five minutes with the Porter, he'd manage to figure out whatever was wrong with it and send everybody on their merry way.
The fact that everyone keeps calling him a 'hero' only makes things worse. He's not a hero. He knows he's not a hero. He's not a hero, he's not a villain, he's not a good man, he's just an idiot in a box who travels around and makes things right. Although, now he's an idiot sans box. Which makes him an idiot. For the first time, the Doctor seriously considers changing what he identifies as.
Anyway, he's an idiot, he's sulking, and someone is attempting to convince him to advocate for children to stay in school. ] What, d'you want a soundbyte? If you drop out, you're stupid, the end. [ People skills, what people skills. As he's pressured to give a better soundbyte, the Doctor just rolls his eyes. ] I don't know what about this, [ gesturing to his outfit which kind of screams 'magician' ] would be convincing to stay in school. Why don't you ask them instead?
[ With that...the Doctor just straight up randomly points to a random imPort. Congratulations, he's trying to pass the buck. ]