doctor? DOCTOR? doc, where ARE you? i can't HEAR YOU over this loud horse!!!

of what? you just stopped talking.

ew! what the heck *is* that?

. . . 𝘽𝙐𝙇𝙇𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙏.ᐟ

ma'am, this is a denny's.

doctor, is that you?

then use a jar or a tub or something!

use a glass and some paper!

you have to learn to solve your own problems!

ABSOLUTELY not.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

stands at a TALL, CONFIDENT 5'3.

( walking in: ) doc . . . these are for *kerplunk!*.

don't turn around now, but the void's creeping up behind you!

what

i-- you-- w-- *what*?????

oh noooo i dropped my spatial-temporal literature (i'm a girl) (i'm single btw) (i'm gay)

my doctor's the exact same height as me but she *still* tosses things onto the highest shelves just to make sure i can't get it.

go figure! ( her best canadian accent: ) far out, eh? space-ple syrup, eh? ooh, sorry. okay, it needs work.

( she laughs. ) you're funny. you guys always have the funnier comedians up north, huh? jim carey, martin short, john candy . . .

let me see the pack.

YES! uh, haha, i mean-- sure, why not? pfft. cool. whatever, man. these say polo?

huh. go figure!

well, y'know. gum flavor. does gum *have* a flavor?

all mint is gum flavored.

what the heck's a rolo?

uh, w-well . . . no, i guess it's not!

phwoar! smashing blouse.

every day i wake up and i have to do my freaking job 💔💔💔

i swear, if i get possessed *again* . . .

it's morning all over styrn, the capital of the ski'g'lkatic empire. across the ecumenopolis, citizens are waking to the fanfare and buzz of a royal wedding. few can remember the last one, now some four-hundred-and-seven years ago. celebrations are already breaking out, all street parties and

those hot air balloons sound suspicious. it'd be basically gross misconduct on my badge if we didn't go. just to be safe, we better wear our nicest dresses and try the food too. *please* tell me there's gonna be food! . . . how do you know this seckett guy?

'red wine?' she leans back. '*fancy*. okay, i'll see what i can do. people usually just order whiskey or beer. hold tight.'

why would it be a trap? oh.

didn't know you were interested in . . . beefcakes like that. hey, i know a couple guys back home that would just *love* you. kinda . . . not thinking, but their hearts are in the rig-- oh, what's this one? an . . . invitation?

ugh, *doc*. more junk mail, look! @walksineternity.bsky.social

'oh, um, sure! whatcha drinkin'?'

*long* day ahead.

i-- actually, no, i don't have time or energy to argue a load of baloney with you. what do you want this time?

assumption without experience isn't knowledge. it's not even true. it's just prejudice. but that you *do* have experience with, right?

i don't believe for a second that you've known anything even remotely holy.

what do *you* know about quantum physics?

no!

chat am i cooked

should NEVER have gone into this quarry now ug-qualtoth is returned!!!!

oh gosh, don't make me be an elementary teacher again!!!

sounds like a you problem, i'm topping up my tan and the kid with the ipad is bringing me root beer.

there might be kids watching.

LANGUAGE.

what the hell is cbeebies.