The Earth is protected by a beagle
Torchwood is what stands between Earth and alien threat? We're doomed.
Oh, all right, maybe I'm exaggerating. Max-Theresa is utterly adorable, and he looks so sweet in his battle armour with his little waggy tail that I'm sure any alien invasion would be overwhelmed by the Power of Cute.
That reminds me: I need to put up some kind of doggy-proof gate at the entrance to the med bay. Utterly adorable though he may be, I can't have a dog in my med bay shedding all over and licking things that might harm him.
Speaking of which, if that weirdo in the Adam Ant jacket doesn't stop waggling his tongue at me I'm going to stick a hypo of lidocaine in it and spend the rest of the day laughing as he dribbles down his shirtfront. He's rather whiffy as well. Unwashed armpits and ... wet wool? I don't know if that's just an alien thing, or a metabolic issue, or simply poor personal hygiene, and I'm not looking forward to finding out. When it's his turn for a baseline physical, I'm going to insist someone stands by with a tranquiliser gun.
I spent the whole morning cleaning and organizing and checking inventory, not to mention filling out a pile of paperwork that seems ridiculous for an organization that's supposed to be "outside the government". I swear I didn't have to fill out so many forms when I joined UNIT. It's like a fetish around here.
Everything is like a fetish around here, actually. There must be something in the water, there must be!
Oh, all right, maybe I'm exaggerating. Max-Theresa is utterly adorable, and he looks so sweet in his battle armour with his little waggy tail that I'm sure any alien invasion would be overwhelmed by the Power of Cute.
That reminds me: I need to put up some kind of doggy-proof gate at the entrance to the med bay. Utterly adorable though he may be, I can't have a dog in my med bay shedding all over and licking things that might harm him.
Speaking of which, if that weirdo in the Adam Ant jacket doesn't stop waggling his tongue at me I'm going to stick a hypo of lidocaine in it and spend the rest of the day laughing as he dribbles down his shirtfront. He's rather whiffy as well. Unwashed armpits and ... wet wool? I don't know if that's just an alien thing, or a metabolic issue, or simply poor personal hygiene, and I'm not looking forward to finding out. When it's his turn for a baseline physical, I'm going to insist someone stands by with a tranquiliser gun.
I spent the whole morning cleaning and organizing and checking inventory, not to mention filling out a pile of paperwork that seems ridiculous for an organization that's supposed to be "outside the government". I swear I didn't have to fill out so many forms when I joined UNIT. It's like a fetish around here.
Everything is like a fetish around here, actually. There must be something in the water, there must be!