The Doctor meets a poetry-writing maintenance drone, played by Phill Jupitus.
Servo: I don’t want to hurt anyone, I just want to…
Doctor: What, you just want to what?
Servo: It is.. a secret, you’ll be derisive.
Doctor: I won’t, I promise.
Servo: I.. I just want to write poetry.
I don’t understand how this audio can be horrifyingly grotesque one moment, and painfully adorable the next. Amazing robots.
It’s fabulous! Eighth Doctor Fandom, you guys are amazing. :D
Maybe someday I’ll get involved in your wonderful shenanigans.
I bet an entire shelf of the TARDIS library is just the Doctor’s 500/900/1000 year diaries (because I believe in him being way older than 900 or 1200 earth years).
First I drew him a frown and intended to post this with a made-up quote such as, “When was that? When was this?” as I guess keeping track of life events must be quite a task. Then I felt soppy and changed it into a longing smile. Oh Eight.