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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things!

--um, what was next? Oh. Right.

Of shoes! And...um, ships? And sealing wax! Of cabbages--ew, and kings!

I don't remember the rest. I think there was something 'bout oysters. Which are gross. They're all slimy and have sand in them and last time I ate them, I got sick.

((Because the TARDIS is in need of some crack. Rose Tyler, age five! Again! Yaaay--*shot*))

Comments

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I think you knew that. How?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Eh? Oooh, I had no idea, really!

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yes you did.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- Well, alright, only vague inklings.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I told you so.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, well, I'm just very clever is all.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Ooh.

--you have night lights in the blue box, don't you?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

I think we've got some tucked away somewhere, yeah.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yay!