-The lift arrives and the Doctor steps out-
We've got him.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Has wandered off, staring at the screwdriver-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Sets the screwdriver down on a table and stares at it-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Um... maybe later, thanks.
-Takes a deep breath- Right... my name's David Mitinger. I was born in Palo Mateo, Nevada, and we moved here when I was twelve. I graduated from Arizona State. Party school, did a lot of stupid things with my friends, but most of us graduated. I work at a law firm downtown, and I have a wife, Sarah, who works as a receptionist nearby. I have a daughter, Marcy. She's five. Two years ago, I got in a bad car wreck. Sarah was fine, and Marcy was at school, but the truck we hit crushed the driver's side of the car, and myself along with it. I made it out mostly intact. I do have a pacemaker, though. Yesterday night, I started hearing voices, which, as I was told today, is some ESP bullshit. And today, I now inexplicably remember hijacking a train and blowing up some sort of government building, killing thousands.
Your turn.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

-Snake lights a cigar-
-jesus fuck snake smoking this many cigars is a terrible idea, why do you even do it-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI