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"So, Blon," the Doctor felt weird speaking to her without her going on about trying to kill him. "Have you had any reoccurring urge to kill any of us?"
"Now, why would I do that?" Blon looked at him weirdly. "My parents told me not to kill everyone in sight. They may have given me the name of a corrupt family, but they claimed that I was not like them. And I believe them. Everyone believes their parents, though."
"You are correct," Martha frowned. "I believed everything my parents told me when I was small."
"How old are you?" Jack brought forth.
"I am-" the Raxacoricofallapatorian was cut off.
"Jack," the Doctor warned.
"Are we almost there?" Amy complained.
"We are almost there. It is not far from where you landed," Blon assured.
Ah, you've got to love a Scottish person. And their complaining.
"What do you do around here?" Jack questioned.
The Doctor groaned, but he was not going to stop Jack anymore. Let's just see how things play out.
"We do many things. Sometimes we harvest Upanda. It may sound weird, but it's one of the most popular fruits in this side of the galaxy. Some of us are into business and commerce. They buy, sell, and barter; there are quite a few others. They aren't as important to us, though. In that category are thieves and stuff." Blon explained. "What do you people do?"
"We travel." Jack vaguely responded.
"Where do you come from?" she pressed.
He looked at the Doctor. "Most of us here are Earthlings."
She erupted into giggles. "I didn't know you used that term."
"It is very popular," Jack's eyebrows wiggled.
"But you said most. Where is the others from?"
"See the Doctor over there? He's from Gallifrey," the immortal man answered.
Jack was really getting on the Doctor's nerves at this point.
"But that planet was destroyed." Blon looked confused.
"He's the last of his kind." Jack struck the Raxacoricofallapatorian's heart strings.
"You poor man!" she cried.
The Doctor just wanted to find Drax at this point. "Let's hurry."
"Of course," Blon picked up the pace.
After what felt like months they finally reached the city.
"Where's Drax?" Martha questioned.
"He is over her in the labs," Blon showed them into a dark room.
"I can hear you, Theta," Drax was facing the other way.
"Hi," the Doctor was now in a really awkward moment.
"Why in Rassilon's name where you thinking 'I like rainbows'?" Drax was still focused on what he was doing.
"He was thinking-" Jack broke down in laughter.
"What are you doing?" the Doctor skipped over to where Drax was.
"Honestly no clue. The Raxacoricofallapatorian government just told me the instructions and left," the blond Time Tot shrugged.
Blon sniffed what he was doing. "I suggest you stop what you are doing and come back to the Doctor."
"What Doctor," Drax turned around. "Oh, hi Theta."
"Shut up," the Doctor rolled his eyes.
"What does it do anyway?" the Time Tot observed it. "Does it explode?" he looked slightly hopeful.
"No," Blon sighed. "How could I have not have seen it earlier? You've already completed it, and now the government can make copies and distribute it across the universe."
"What does it do?" Drax demanded.
"It doesn't explode, but it's a substitute for vinegar. The government must be trying to replace all of the vinegar in the universe with this," Blon swallowed a little.
"What's so bad about that?" Martha questioned.
"It's harmless to Raxacoricofallapatorians, and it tastes like vinegar. The only difference is that one drop could stop the regeneration of a Gallifreyan. It would be instantly fatal." Blon looked at the two Gallifreyans with sorrow. "You have to get out of here now. I believe I know how to dispose of it for good."
"But if they gave me the ingredients and instructions, couldn't they just get another chemist?" Drax looked freaked out.
"Sadly," the Raxacoricofallapatorian looked towards the humanoids. "Get out of here as fast as possible."
And they did.
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