Author Note: hmmm...for once I dunno what to say...thats mighty unusual...hmmm...oh well...hmmm...I know, I'll just say hmmm all the time...hmmm...hmmm...hmmm...hmmm (voice trails off into darkness) (can your voice even do that?)

oOo

Now where did we leave off last? Ah yes, I remember...this is just the way your father looked before he...NO! That's the Lion King! Curse you Doctor! Now seriously, where were we? Ah yes...

"PARTAY!" Everyone screamed.

Suddenly Michael Fatly - I mean Flatley appeared centre stage, tapped out the Doctor Who theme tune then was burned up in purple flame (because smoke is only for special people!)

"We pilage and plunder. We rifle and loot. Drink up me 'arties - Yo ho!" Jack and his motley crew of miscreants sang as they drank all the sparkling peach water on the TARDIS, because they couldn't find any wine (and it tastes just the same anyway).

Suddenly Rose and the clones came charging back in, accompanied by the Arena theme from Attack of the Clones (See also Star Wars, Lucas - George, fiction...you get the point! Why do books even add notes like this anyway? I don't see the point of them because they really annoy me! Infact, why the hell did I even add it in the first place? Oh who cares, back to the story!)

"V...oh hang on, what's his surname?" Rose asked.

"Erm...Vendetta?" Joshwales suggested.

"And middle name?"

"For?"

"Thanks. V FOR VENDETTA! GET YOUR AR-BUT (another close one!) DOWN HERE NOW BEFORE I - " (The rest of the colourful insult is drowned out by Jack's singing so that I don't have to change the rating.)

Suddenly V appeared.

"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."

"Are you like a crazy person?" Rose asked worriedly, before remembering that she was supposed to be mad at him. "I can think of much worse to call you! You used up all my shampoo! And my Beyonce perfume! And my moisturiser!"

"Ah yes, but a revolution without pampering and beauty is a revolution not worth having!"

"What revolution? You're just a - " (again the curses are drowned out by Jack's singing.)

"I best be off, I have a train to catch!" he announced suddenly and did his fancy cape dissapearing trick again.

Then Luke Skywalker appeared, clutching the remains of his arm. "Hey could anyone lend me a hand?" he asked hopefully and Padme's Sister kicked herself for allowing such a cheesy joke to be written into the story...who is writting it anyway, if she's in bed?...Oh well, who cares!

"Why don't you just re-grow your hand, like us Time Lords do?" The Doctor asked as he re-appeared.

"Because I'm not within the first fifteen hours of my regeneration cycle, meaning that I don't have enough residule cellulare energy to do that."

"English please?" Miss Kiwi asked.

"I'm not a damned Time Lord!"

"Oh, well why didn't you just say that in the first place?"

Luke chose to ignore that comment and turned to the others. "Twenty quid would be good too. Dad borrowed it then threw it down the drain going 'eh eh eh'. I think that mask has seriously damaged his brain!"

"Or he's been watching too much Little Britain," Mayuko Chan suggested.

"Oh man I LURVE DE CAKE!" Joshwales blurted out.

"Dust? Anybody? No? Dust? Anybody? No?" The clones repeated over and over as they marched around the room holding up signs that said "V DID IT! SPREAD THE WORD! V DID IT! SPREAD THE WORD!" (purchased from then, Padme's Sister finally appeared, grinning madly and holding a remote.

"Whatcha got there?" Kates Master asked her curiously.

"A new toy I've been working on for about nine billion years!"

"Oh...you're nine billion years old? Wow, you only look like seventeen!"

"Seventeen billion years old! Thanks a lot...NOT!"

"No I meant seventeen years old only...no billions or anything and please just forget I said anything...do continue."

"Thankyou. Anyways, it is a remote that can create anyone you want...par example! (that's french!)" She typed in a sequence of numbers. "Ok...I've just typed in a date. Here's a list of all the people born on that date...pick one."

"Hmmmm," Kates Master scrolled down the names. "Ooh! ORLANDO BLOOM!"

"GREAT CHOICE!" Padme's Sister cried as she chose Orlando's name. There was a blinding flash and Orlando appeared infront of them, thoroughly confused and confuddled.

"Mine!" Padme's Sister and Kates Master both cried together, lunging towards him in an attempt to snog him first.

"Orlando Bloom!" Timeless Escape noticed - nominating herself for Queen of stating the obvious, along with Princess Leia and some woman on the TV the other day! - before lunging for him aswell. The three girls chased him away into the TARDIS, leaving everyone else in fits of hysterical laughter, except the Doctor who just sulked.

"When can I regenerate? I'm bored of this drab, boring look."

"Not yet," Padme's Sister said as she ran past, chasing Orlando, with the other fans right behind (and I mean electric fans now...not the fan girls).

"So where are the fan girls?" Orlando asked.

"Here we are!" they all cried, jumping out infront of him and trapping him.

"MINE!" Padme's Sister declared, diving on top of Orlando and rugby tackling him to the floor.

"BUNDLE!" everyone shouted and piled on top.

"HELP!" Orlando cried.

"A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME!" Jack bellowed.

"I WANNA REGENERATE!" the Doctor whined.

"I BLEW UP THE HOUSES OF PARLIAMENT!" V celebrated.

"I AM YOUR FATHER!" Darth Vader announced.

"I HAVE A HEADACHE!" Rose groaned.

"I LOVE MILKY BAR CHUNKIES!" Timeless Escape screeched.

"I AM THE TARDIS!" the TARDIS decided.