EEH
When people ask me what I’m planning to do with the rest of my life, I should just show them this.
“And what do you want to be when you grow up, Miss Smith?”
“For God’s sake, Doctor, I’m a journalist.”
“Studying journalism, are we?”
“No, I’m -“
“What grade are you in?”
“Oh, forget it.”
What is up with Four in this header from Big Finish? All the following Doctors are all Serious Business meanwhile he’s herp-derping there in the background.
It’s like
“Hai guys, what’d I miss?”
The commute that evening had been hell: malfunctioning train doors, a sick passenger, too many half-dead homeless to count. As Roger disembarked onto the platform he pondered how to tell his family that he had lost his job. That his family consisted of four pet chinchillas didn’t make matters any easier. Also, he had face cancer.
