Five More Minutes
Disclaimer: If I owned a sonic screwdriver, it'd make the sound AND light up. Not just light up. Unfortunately, I don't – I don't even have a light-up-noise-making pen that looks like it. Ergo, I couldn't possibly be the alien using the alias "Russel T. Davies."
A/N: So. Started this one on the long van ride to camp (I've got about 35 minutes coming to and from each day to waste... usually I'm half asleep though). Guess I can't stay away, huh?
I really like this idea. I might branch out on it later.
It's in all italics because it's an excerpt from a review, so it's written, so I thought it should be denoted as such.
Chapter 9: A Review from "John Smith" (100 words)
[...] I would like to correct your knowledge on a few things before going on. Firstly, it's Rox-Fom-5 that sells Maloforian Secret Journals, not Rox-Fom-7. Rox-Fom-7's business is based in dairy cows. The Maloforian planet is called Maloforax, not Maloforia. The rest of your Maloforian facts were mostly correct, although I have yet to hear of anyone using Piqin Juice to reveal the words hidden in a Maloforian Secret Journal. My current companion has one somewhere in her room, so I can try that. I'll pick up some Piqin Juice next time we go shopping. [...]
A/N: That's just the tiniest bit of a review he'd leave. The littlest bit! I imagine him going on forever... well, you'll see in some future drabble.