When you give the Doctor a future King...
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The Doctor lets out a laugh. "If only it was that simple, Arthur." He snaps his fingers at him, a barely contained smile on his face. "Bet you've never heard of Vif. It's a swamp planet -- it's very swampy and very musty because it's so very swampy. Well, anyways, they have frogs there that are, not diamond encrusted, but very shiny and -- I tell ya -- have the voices of angels. No -- main point, the population on the swamp planet of Vif are these tiny, little troll looking life forms. They're also very angry -- you'd be if you looked like a troll doll. I swear, they're like shaking up a bottle of fizzy water"...
And, no, before you ask, you can't get the Doctor to shut up. Just nod when he pauses for breath.
"Point is, that's their scout." He points to the bush with a simple rising of his brows. "So, Arthur Pendragon", the Doctor takes a step to Arthur; hands on his hips, his eyes steely, his voice calm and collected, and his face serious. "The question arises... will you help me?"