Ultimate Adventure Holiday

No idea. Just do what I do: hold tight and pretend it's a plan. Oh, I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn't have to end. I hate endings!

Please tell me I didn’t get old. Anything but old. I was young! Oh… is he grey? It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. Usually called ‘The Doctor.’ Or ‘The Caretaker.’ Or ‘Get off this planet.’ Though, strictly speaking, that probably isn’t a name. I once spent a hell of a long time trying to get a gobby Australian to Heathrow airport.

Brave heart, Clara. Oh, I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn’t have to end. I hate endings! Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. Bow ties are cool.I’m absolutely sorted. Come along, Pond! It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. I once spent a hell of a long time trying to get a gobby Australian to Heathrow airport. Yes, well, it’s a brilliant noise. I love that noise. Goodbye, Clara. No idea. Just do what I do: hold tight and pretend it’s a plan. There’s something that doesn’t make sense. Let’s go and poke it with a stick.

Thank you, Strax. And if I’m ever in need of advice from a psychotic potato dwarf, you’ll certainly be the first to know. There’s something that doesn’t make sense. Let’s go and poke it with a stick. There are fixed points throughout time where things must stay exactly the way they are. This is not one of them. This is an opportunity! Whatever happens here will create its own timeline, its own reality, a temporal tipping point. The future revolves around you, here, now, so do good! I know. Dinosaurs! On a spaceship!

Oh, I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn’t have to end. I hate endings! Brave heart, Clara. I never know why. I only know who. No idea. Just do what I do: hold tight and pretend it’s a plan. No. You’re too short and bossy, and your nose is all funny. Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I’m absolutely sorted. Come along, Pond! I need…I need…I need… fish fingers and custard! You are the only mystery worth solving. Yes, well, it’s a brilliant noise. I love that noise.

  1. Oh, like when they say “tourist”, yes. Hey, maybe you could pop a tent outside with your cousin. It’d be a good chance to rub off on her.

    • Look at us, crying like a couple of girls on the last day of camp. I’m afraid I have something of a mess on my hands. I’d rather be dead in California than alive in Arizona. It was for me.

  2. I shall hide behind the couch. I didn’t get into this business to please sophomore Tracy Schwartzman, so… onward and upward. On… Why, Tracy?! Why?!!

  3. I am getting rid of this thing. It has caused me nothing but pride and self-respect. It’s, like, Hey, you want to go down to the whirlpool? Yeah, I don’t have a husband. So, what do you say? We got a basket full of father-son fun here. Maybe it’s not for us. A-coodle-doodle-doo. A-coodle-doodle-doo. How could I say no.

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