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usedreturn) wrote2011-09-28 07:50 pm
usedreturn) wrote2011-09-28 07:50 pm
☄ 019; [video/action]
[The Eleventh Doctor is, as many know, Not All There in a technical sense.]
[Not to say that any Doctor was ever all that sane. No, running around in ten-foot scarves offering candy is not an ordinary thing. Neither is wearing celery on one's jacket, or whatever in god's name Six was trying to do with his wardrobe.]
[But today? Today he is on a unicycle built from bicycle parts.]
[Not only that, but he's wearing a bike helmet apparently meant to look like a Wartortle shell, complete with fluffy tail.]
Hello there, Johto. [Wobble wobble wobble. He has no idea how to ride a unicycle past 'pedal' and 'don't fall over', and as a result there is an Ampharos holding the camera.]
So. As it goes, it seems I'm yet again the only Doctor in the region. Country. Planet? Not really sure which, when it comes to this. Could really use another me to work this out, might cause a paradox but the brilliant bits would most likely be worth it.
Also, he sent me his Sneasel. Which I am beginning to think was a hint that he didn't like me. Him. Us. ...One of us apparently doesn't like ourselves. It's very confusing sometimes. Not that I'm confused, I'm never confused.
[Wobble wobble.]
Where was I? Oh yes. Boredom. We all get it, don't we? Me, for example, I don't like staying in one place. Not for long, at least. If I was to stay in one place, I'd really quite rather do so with someone else.
[What he's getting at is that he can currently only afford about half a hotel room.]
So. I may be thinking about possibly going about Goldenrod--and, by extension, everywhere--with a friend or two.
[He may have been about to say something else. But the Sneasel-shaped blur flying into his head and the sound of someone falling off a unicycle out of frame kind of interrupted him.]
[Whoops.]
[Not to say that any Doctor was ever all that sane. No, running around in ten-foot scarves offering candy is not an ordinary thing. Neither is wearing celery on one's jacket, or whatever in god's name Six was trying to do with his wardrobe.]
[But today? Today he is on a unicycle built from bicycle parts.]
[Not only that, but he's wearing a bike helmet apparently meant to look like a Wartortle shell, complete with fluffy tail.]
Hello there, Johto. [Wobble wobble wobble. He has no idea how to ride a unicycle past 'pedal' and 'don't fall over', and as a result there is an Ampharos holding the camera.]
So. As it goes, it seems I'm yet again the only Doctor in the region. Country. Planet? Not really sure which, when it comes to this. Could really use another me to work this out, might cause a paradox but the brilliant bits would most likely be worth it.
Also, he sent me his Sneasel. Which I am beginning to think was a hint that he didn't like me. Him. Us. ...One of us apparently doesn't like ourselves. It's very confusing sometimes. Not that I'm confused, I'm never confused.
[Wobble wobble.]
Where was I? Oh yes. Boredom. We all get it, don't we? Me, for example, I don't like staying in one place. Not for long, at least. If I was to stay in one place, I'd really quite rather do so with someone else.
[What he's getting at is that he can currently only afford about half a hotel room.]
So. I may be thinking about possibly going about Goldenrod--and, by extension, everywhere--with a friend or two.
[He may have been about to say something else. But the Sneasel-shaped blur flying into his head and the sound of someone falling off a unicycle out of frame kind of interrupted him.]
[Whoops.]
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