I rhyme. No seriously, it happens quite often. It's because I pick things up, I suppose. Whenever I watch the telly, or read a book, or so much as listen to someone else talk, I pick things up. Case in point, I'm American. We say TV. I now say telly. We say french fries. Today, I got the strangest craving for chips. Not to mention, my British accent is so easy to slip into, and it's only rivaled by my unseemingly flawless transition from my American accent to my Scottish one.

My point is, I pick things up. And one day, I watched the A-Team.

Is insanity contagious? Because Murdock drove me nuts. It wasn't until after I watched him rhyme that I started pairing my words all the time. Even my family noticed the change. They all think it's pretty strange. Now, I'll be honest, those had some semblance of thought put into them, I actually did think of the rhymes spur of the moment. Usually, my rhymes are instinctive, not thought through at all.

I also have a horrible memory, compliments of... well, I can't remember where I picked that up. No, I'm being honest here. I really don't remember. Isn't that funny?

So whenever I have to memorize something, I have to think of a way to remember it. Rycbar13. Run, you clever boy. And remember... in 2013. Something like that. I have to remember stuff by using stuff like that.

9. The ninth Doctor. Big ears, goofy grin, bobbing his head like a doggy on a dashboard. Got it.
C. First thing that comes to mind, I see you... ICU. Second thing, C is for Cookie, that's good enough for me... Oh great, now that song is in my head.
6. Hmm, let's see, 6... what can I do to remember six... I got six... that's all there is... something something something about six... it's an old School House Rock song. 6.
D. Dream Drop Distance, 3D, Boy, do you see those bullets flying at us in 3D It's like we're actually getting shot at. Back to Murdock, then. D. Duh.
123. Pretty easy to remember. Honestly, I don't have to try too hard with this one, it's seriously simple. 123. Easy as ABC. 123, ABC, Do Re Mi, Baby, you and me. Another song, and what'd'ya know, it rhymes.
F. Mr. Crocker. All the time. Grading papers, you get an F! F stands for fairies... Dr. F. in MySims... "The F stands for ROCKETS!"
0. Prisoner Zero has escaped. Mr. Zero on the Monkees. If we started at Zero, and went different ways, now we're alive, he's wasting away... if we started at zero, then how did things change? Seems like just yesterday, we were the same...
C. Again, ICU, C is for cookie, Cookie, Ned, Mose, try to do the impossible... create a guide to help you survive school. Wha-oh-wha-oh-wha-oh...

Now, how am I gonna remember all that? Ninth Doctor, ICU, I got six, Dream Drop Distance, 123, F for rockets, Zero's escaped, Cookie Ned and Mose.

Still a lot to remember. Maybe I'll do better if I try to learn a rhyme instead of wasting all my time by singing songs.

Hmm... 9c6d123f0c. Nine see, six-ty, one-two-three, F-oh-see. What'd'ya know, it's a rhyme. I can remember this, easy. I wonder if it's crucial, and the Doctor will hear me rattle this list off and come rush to my aid before I get dead from a carbon-copy of the character in a book written coincidentally by someone very... important.

Maybe he'll do something about this incessant beat of four in my head while he's at it.

By the way, has anyone checked Clara for a fob watch? I know I have one around here somewhere...

Okay, just kidding. I know, the beat of four's not real. Just something I picked up from the telly. I hope.

Is insanity contagious?
Or is it just outrageous
That I wrote you such a silly fic
about a rhyming lunatic?