Okay, first thing's first, this isn't exactly a serious story. Or maybe it is, I don't know. But here's the short version of why this is being written: I need to get the rust off my literary thought, process, thing, and it's sort of become a joke among my friends that I'm a time lord known as The Liar, because I lie a lot, usually about things not really worth lying about, like weather or not I went on a bike ride or if I ate today., and this has become a run-on sentence, which is WHY I need practice.
So anyway, on with the show I suppose. This is, I suppose, more of a joke than anything. So yeah, don't take this seriously or anything. Please don't. Please? I would appreciate not being raged at by every die-hard Whovian in all of space and time.