Disclaimer : I don't own Doctor Who, but I can play with them. Muhahahahahaha!
Reason 1 : He starts snogging people, even faceless authors.
Reason 2 : When he starts snogging people, he doesn't care who that person is.
Reason 3 : When he starts to snog the Fan Girls, everything turns even more hyper. If that's possible.
For an example to prove my point, the Doctor wasn't sober when he came out of his room, nor did he have any sign of a hangover, which I hope isn't related to his biology, cause I can have fun with a cranky, scared of light Doctor. Anyway, it was in fact only ten minutes later, he came out of his room, which I actually noticed when I heard him snogging something. I said something, not someone, which turned out to be the toaster, which, in turn, was currently frying his tongue. Nice.
So, after prising the toaster, the freezer and then the kitten off his mouth, I thought he might have learnt his lesson. Nope. I left him in the med bay, when the Fan Girls decided to start looking for the chocolate tablets, which I nicked to give to my reviewers. To the Doctor, it just meant something new to snog, which wasn't likely to scratch his tongue into bite-size chunks.
So, we join the Doctor, who is currently in the middle of snogging the Fan Girls, and this author is hiding from his fried-frozen-and-scratched tongue.
"You're cute . . . and you're cute. Gissus a snog."
More than willing to comply Fan Girls . . .
Doctor drunkenly attempts to snog the Fan Girls
Means that the side-video is going to make cringy viewing, when he sobers up.
Jack, at this point, was keeping well away, seeing as Jack Sparrow-
"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow, me lass. Gissus a snog."
Ah, well, Jack's drunk too. downs a couple of litres of cheap vodka and a couple of bags of Haribo Might as well join in. Anyway, where was I? Oh, Captain Jack Sparrow didn't want to be snogged by the Doctor, cause Jack Sparrow isn't gay. Or omni, for that matter. Jack, did however, want to swim in a pool of custard, which he was doing. Nuddy-pants. But, that's a trivial detail, as to what's gonna happen later.
Back in the med bay, there was even more snogging, and the Doctor was starting to feel a bit dizzy. Either that, or he'd found my secret stash of vodka. Which I doubt. And I hadn't hidden which meant . . .
"Roxx! The faceless author! You're still cute. Gissus a snog."
Oh, crap. I'm going to run now . . .
runs and hides in bikini department of wardrobe
Ha ha, he'll never find me here!! turns around ARGH! MY INNER WRITING EYE, IT'S THE DOCTOR!!!!
THE DOCTOR IN A BIKINI!!!
Hmm, Video blackmail!!!
gets out video camera
Hey, don't suppose you could flamenco dance?
Doctor flamenco dances in a bikini
Excellent. He shall be completely complying . . .
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Jack had now moved onto diving into the strawberry jelly pool, complete with kiwi pieces at the bottom. It was interesting to watch, as he dived, spilt it partially, then bounced off.
The Doctor had vanished somewhere after the bikini incident, as had the Fan Girls . . .
looks for Doctor and Fan Girls
Okay, FunkyFairyGirl's in the library reading, so I'm not gonna even try to look for the Doctor, cause if the TARDIS doesn't want me to find him, I'm not gonna try.
Great, now I've nothing to do.
"EXTERMINATE."
"DELETE."
"Ohh, Harry Potter. Yeah, Harry Potter!"
"Snape."
"Harry."
"Snape."
"Harry."
"Snape."
"Harry."
Ah, well, it look's like next chapter's a bit early.
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