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[Voice]
November.
Is there a worst month of the year than November? It's the equivalent of a boring Tuesday afternoon; just a day to fill in the gap before Friday and still a long ways away from that.
Too cold to do anything worthwhile, but no snow. What's the point of cold unless there's snow? A miserable rip off, I say. And before anyone says "Oh what about Thanksgiving, Americans celebrate Thanksgiving", yes I know. I was there at the first one and none of you know the half of it. Literally. Pilgrims and Native Americans? Ha, more like humans and a race from a galaxy 7 and a half billion light years away called the Nertic, all vying for the land. Luckily, I was there to diffuse the situation. Well, that half anyway.
But still, now all I have to look forward too is a month of sniffling at the changing weather and at the end, waiting for the turkey to get up and start killing everyone. Or explode. That's November for you.
So tell me, Mayfield, what is there to do here to occupy myself for the entire month? I'm bored and looking for suggestions. Maybe one of you will be impressively brilliant for once.
[Action]
[The Doctor is outside his house, with a huge pile of leaves in the front yard. And I mean huge, like he probably stole leaves from everyone else's house on the block. Which is fine because they were totally not using them!
And also he's wearing a mismatched outfit, since he now has a wife who forced him into weather appropriate gear, which is the usual tweed and bowtie plus a hat, scarf, and mittens and none of which are the same color or matching style and his nose is slightly red and runny. So he looks rather ridiculous, more so than usual. But he was dressed by a humanized sentient time machine, so what can he do?
But he's staring thoughtfully at these leaves.
Like he has a deep plan for them.
Which he does.
Maybe.
If you bother him, maybe you he'll tell it to you.]
November.
Is there a worst month of the year than November? It's the equivalent of a boring Tuesday afternoon; just a day to fill in the gap before Friday and still a long ways away from that.
Too cold to do anything worthwhile, but no snow. What's the point of cold unless there's snow? A miserable rip off, I say. And before anyone says "Oh what about Thanksgiving, Americans celebrate Thanksgiving", yes I know. I was there at the first one and none of you know the half of it. Literally. Pilgrims and Native Americans? Ha, more like humans and a race from a galaxy 7 and a half billion light years away called the Nertic, all vying for the land. Luckily, I was there to diffuse the situation. Well, that half anyway.
But still, now all I have to look forward too is a month of sniffling at the changing weather and at the end, waiting for the turkey to get up and start killing everyone. Or explode. That's November for you.
So tell me, Mayfield, what is there to do here to occupy myself for the entire month? I'm bored and looking for suggestions. Maybe one of you will be impressively brilliant for once.
[Action]
[The Doctor is outside his house, with a huge pile of leaves in the front yard. And I mean huge, like he probably stole leaves from everyone else's house on the block. Which is fine because they were totally not using them!
And also he's wearing a mismatched outfit, since he now has a wife who forced him into weather appropriate gear, which is the usual tweed and bowtie plus a hat, scarf, and mittens and none of which are the same color or matching style and his nose is slightly red and runny. So he looks rather ridiculous, more so than usual. But he was dressed by a humanized sentient time machine, so what can he do?
But he's staring thoughtfully at these leaves.
Like he has a deep plan for them.
Which he does.
Maybe.
If you bother him, maybe you he'll tell it to you.]