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My name is Owen Harper, that's doctor Owen Harper and in case you were wondering... I'm a bloody good doctor (not that anyone else will bother telling you). Mind you, it does bring problems- I have to patch myself up (like I'd trust anyone else to do it!)
I work for a secret organisation called Torchwood, although telling you that doesn't mean I have to shoot you, because you're not the only one who knows about us (the rest of Cardiff does too.) 'course riding around in a bloody great big black SUV with the name on the side doesn't help much. Knowing the name doesn't really mean a lot though, what they don't know (and hopefully never will) is what we actually do.
I was recruited by Jack Harkness (who's a bit of a mystery actually). We can't find anything much about him and believe me we've tried! He seems to have a thing going with our resident teaboy/ filing clerk/ pain in the arse, who goes (but not quickly enough for me) by the name of Ianto Jones, in fact the other day Jack actually said he wanted to hear his lovely Welsh bowels... I wonder if my ears need syringing again.
I work for a secret organisation called Torchwood, although telling you that doesn't mean I have to shoot you, because you're not the only one who knows about us (the rest of Cardiff does too.) 'course riding around in a bloody great big black SUV with the name on the side doesn't help much. Knowing the name doesn't really mean a lot though, what they don't know (and hopefully never will) is what we actually do.
I was recruited by Jack Harkness (who's a bit of a mystery actually). We can't find anything much about him and believe me we've tried! He seems to have a thing going with our resident teaboy/ filing clerk/ pain in the arse, who goes (but not quickly enough for me) by the name of Ianto Jones, in fact the other day Jack actually said he wanted to hear his lovely Welsh bowels... I wonder if my ears need syringing again.