Hello! How's everybody's new year going? I meant to post this yesterday but I got busy. Also, I don't know what happened but apparently I still have 15 questions to answer. I leave the unanswered questions as an unread message and I'm not sure what happened but I was checking them and then my inbox decided to mark all my unread messages as read. So I had to go through it and find the messages that were originally unread and found that I actually have around 15 to answer.

Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or any of it's characters. However, do keep in mind that the plot line and the things that are put in here are mostly my ideas. The only time they aren't is when there is a question that someone asked. This is a fan made product and is not to be taken seriously.

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Donna Tempus asks:

Okay, Ten, How do you keep you hair so gorgeous?

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Tenth Doctor: Keep? Keep?! Do you honestly think I keep my hair?! No no no no no no. I don't think you understand how my hair works. Ninety percent of the time it does whatever the hell it wants! And the other ten percent is either with loads of hair gel (I swear, one time I used three full bottles of hair gel. Three!) or I'm wearing a hat.

Rose: You're still able to pull it off.

Tenth Doctor: I sometimes would like to, actually. You also have to admit, I have had really bad hair days.

Donna: oh I remember that! I remember there was this one time where your hair was so disobedient, you refused to come out of your room for hours! And when you finally did, you smelled like you had just come out of a hair spray factory! Then, you dragged me along to an actual hair spray factory to buy hair spray!

Tenth Doctor: Well it's not my fault that I own hair with a big personality!

Donna: Big doesn't even begin to describe it. Your hair is more like a toddler during a tantrum.

Martha: A tantrum that'll last a good century or two.

Tenth Doctor: And it's still not ginger!

Donna: So your saying that if your hair was ginger then you would have a better time putting up with it?

Tenth Doctor: Yeah actually.

Donna: Huh.

Master: Again with the not being ginger thing!

Tenth Doctor: So?

Master: So, just dye your hair!

Tenth Doctor: No. I like keeping it natural.

Master: So then just shut up about it, will you?

Tenth Doctor: Fine. Also, the hair dye would just make my hair dry and even more difficult to deal with.

Master: Why though?

Tenth Doctor: Mostly because you'd have to bleach it first.

Master: Oh and then you'd be complaining for the next fifty years about how you shouldn't have listened to me and how you liked it when it was brown better.

Tenth Doctor: Sometimes its scary how well you know me.

Master: Please, we spent a whole year together.

Tenth Doctor: Shh! That year never happened!

Master: For us it did.

Tenth Doctor: Oh stop it.

Master: Stop what? Being right? Ha! Never!

Tenth Doctor: Right, so going back to the original question, my hair is just naturally like that, messy and untamed.

Master: Oh so now you're avoiding my rightness?

Tenth Doctor: No. I'm just answering a question.

Master: Sure. And I took over the world. Oh wait! I already did!

Tenth Doctor: That never happened!

Master: Oh but it did. Just because you erased the entire year does not mean that it never happened. What was it you called it? Oh yes, wibbly wobbly timey wimey.

War Doctor: You're on about the timey wimey as well?

Master: Oh, it's you.

War Doctor: What?

Master: At least I didn't burn my planet.

War Doctor: I saved it. It's hidden in an alternate universe.

Missy: Ah yes! I found it.

War Doctor: You did?

Twelfth Doctor: No. She's lying.

War Doctor: Well then old friend, you haven't changed a bit.

Master: I regenerated! How is it that not changing a bit?

War Doctor: Still haven't changed.

Tenth Doctor: Its funny how a discussion about my hair would jump to the topic of Gallifrey.

Eleventh Doctor: Yeah actually. How did that happen?

Tenth Doctor: It was the Master.

Master: So we're pointing fingers now?

Tenth Doctor: Yeah, we are.

Master: You stole a TARDIS.

Tenth Doctor: Its not like you didn't steal one too.

Master: I didn't. It was handed down to me from my grandfather.

Tenth Doctor: … Fine! You win. Happy?

Master: Oh very happy.

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