'Oh Mary Sue'

'Oh Doctor' she said, her love mounds quivering at the sight of his small, but perfectly formed question mark that sat so provocatively on his collar. How many sentences had it 'punc tu ate ed' she wondered?

'You are so closed and mysterious. Why won't you let me in? Why won't you take off that battered Panama hat for just one minute,' she sobbed.

He turned abruptly away from her. 'I can't. It is important that I remain shwouded in mystery. And I know that if I get too attached, while I will go on changing from one sexy body to another you will whither and die a horrible old deformed crone.'

'But can't something be done? You have all this technology at your disposal. Can't you - The Doctor - time's champion, find a way.'

He stopped his harried pacing and looked down at her. 'Yes, yes I suppose I could... no it's not right.'

'Oh please. You know I want to be with you - anything.'

He looked deeply into her eyes. 'Well I could stuff you. I am a dab hand at taxidermy.'