"That chase was horrible. I scuffed my loafers!" Moz lamented.

"What the hell is that?" asked Johnny, inquiring as to why there was a random old phone box in the middle of the street.

"I dunno," replied Morrissey hurriedly, "just get in it!"

"I swear to God if I get Tetanus..." complained Johnny, quickly stepping over the threshold of the rusty old phone box. "Holy Lord," he said, "It's bigger on the inside!"

This astute observation was, indeed, true. Morrissey and Johnny had stepped into what looked like a large, round, futuristic room with walls reminiscent of an insane asylum's padded walls, minus the squish factor. Strange, branch-like projections stretched from ceiling to floor, and in the center there was a tubular console that emanated an odd blue light. Without warning, the box jerked violently, like it was being wrenched into the sky. Johnny fell over. A bit of rustling was followed by a resounding thump and a hushed "Bloody Hell...," which was, in turn, followed by a man in a brown suit popping up behind what seemed to be the phone box's center console.

"No, really?" he said to them, "I never would have guessed. It's almost as outlandish as this new tea thing. Because that's definitely a crock of shit."

Johnny proceeded to look thoroughly confused and alarmed at the man's sudden appearance. Moz then stuttered out, "What are you talking about? Who are you? And I don't appreciate your sarcasm!"

"Alright," said the man in the brown suit, "I'm the Doctor. This is the TARDIS: Time and Relative Dimension in Space. You've caught me at a rather bad time, I'm about to make a fairly long trip to America in 2008. You're welcome to come along for the ride, I guess. Although I suppose you haven't got much of a choice."

"The Doctor? Doctor who?" asked Johnny, in the form of a shameless reference to the identically named television show.

"Oh come on, you're British! You should know this one," complained the Doctor, "that show's been on since 1960-something! You should at least know what the TARDIS is."

"TARDIS? Sounds like a support group for retards to me..." said Moz, somewhat to himself.