[22]-> it's gotta be rock n' roll music if you wanna dance with me
[Voice]
Right, so. You know how sometimes, after certain horrible events, we get our things back? Sort of like Christmas if Christmas took place after a really depressing funeral that you had to fight your way to attend. And then sometimes, the gift you get is like waking up on Christmas morning and getting socks. Which is terrible, no one wants socks for Christmas.
But sometimes, sometimes, you wake up and there's a shiny new bicycle waiting for you under the tree. Or a nice toy airplane, or sometimes a gigantic temporal rift on planet that the TARDIS just can't resist...
Anyway, today I woke up and found a bike, and by bike, I mean my fez. How cool is that? [No, really, he thinks this is super cool] Which I had been meaning to buy another one, but strangely enough, they're not very popular in America in the 1950's. But thankfully, well not really thankfully it's rather annoying, Mayfield has this regains and I got my fez.
So, I wear a fez again. Fezzes are cool. And River don't even think about shooting it. And well, if you find yourself inspired by me, well... not sure if I can help you. Honestly, I nicked it off a statue in a museum at the end of the universe. That situation is a bit hard to come by.
Anyway, moving on! Prom. One of those weird things American teenage humans always do on the telly. Though, I'm neither American, human, or teenage, I'm bored as hell and I plan on going. And wearing a fez with my quit. See, Taiwan, I'm entirely capable of dressing myself fashionably. Besides, that usually means that something exciting will happen. I'm a bit like a magnet for excitement, but don't worry, I promise if we're attacked by giant moths from outerspace, I'll save you lot. [He sort of sounds like he's hoping for this.]
Sen! You're coming with me as my date, right? Of course you are, don't act like you don't want to. Charles, you're coming too. River and Amy, might as well expect you to come with as well because you are anyway. [Clearly the idea of prom date has going entirely over his head.]
[Filtered away from Vietnam]
That said, I'm also looking for a way to get a custom dress made and evidently some of you lot know how to do that. So! I'll need your services and of course I'll pay you for them, as a police officer I make loads of money that I never need. So as long as it's nice, I'll pay you whatever you'd like.
[Action]
[In his driveway with, fiddling with a large 1950's jukebox, still wearing his beloved fez. He's got the back open and it's loudly blaring Bill Haley and the Comet's Rock Around the Clock.]
Come on, come on. We need a bit more variety. Not that the 50's didn't have some brilliant songs in their own right, but there's a whole galaxy of songs out there! We'll need a bit more variety... ha!
[Suddenly there's the sound of a record skipping and for a brief moment a much more modern song begins to play. Unfortunately, it only lasts a few minutes before the sound of a record scratching comes back and it returns to playing "Rock Around the Clock" and then the sound dies completely. The Doctor pops up from behind the jukebox, looking annoyed.]
Oh, come on! I know something's interfering when I try to introduce things alternate to our supposed timeline, but that's not supposed to break it. Come on then, start working again.
[He waves his sonic screwdriver at it, but to no avail. The jukebox remains silent. The Doctor stares it down for a few seconds before banging his fist against it. Like the Fonz. Unfortunately, instead of playing, it only bruises his hand. He cringes and shakes his wounded hand.]
Alright, fine. So I can't pull a Fonz. Never doing that again.
Right, so. You know how sometimes, after certain horrible events, we get our things back? Sort of like Christmas if Christmas took place after a really depressing funeral that you had to fight your way to attend. And then sometimes, the gift you get is like waking up on Christmas morning and getting socks. Which is terrible, no one wants socks for Christmas.
But sometimes, sometimes, you wake up and there's a shiny new bicycle waiting for you under the tree. Or a nice toy airplane, or sometimes a gigantic temporal rift on planet that the TARDIS just can't resist...
Anyway, today I woke up and found a bike, and by bike, I mean my fez. How cool is that? [No, really, he thinks this is super cool] Which I had been meaning to buy another one, but strangely enough, they're not very popular in America in the 1950's. But thankfully, well not really thankfully it's rather annoying, Mayfield has this regains and I got my fez.
So, I wear a fez again. Fezzes are cool. And River don't even think about shooting it. And well, if you find yourself inspired by me, well... not sure if I can help you. Honestly, I nicked it off a statue in a museum at the end of the universe. That situation is a bit hard to come by.
Anyway, moving on! Prom. One of those weird things American teenage humans always do on the telly. Though, I'm neither American, human, or teenage, I'm bored as hell and I plan on going. And wearing a fez with my quit. See, Taiwan, I'm entirely capable of dressing myself fashionably. Besides, that usually means that something exciting will happen. I'm a bit like a magnet for excitement, but don't worry, I promise if we're attacked by giant moths from outerspace, I'll save you lot. [He sort of sounds like he's hoping for this.]
Sen! You're coming with me as my date, right? Of course you are, don't act like you don't want to. Charles, you're coming too. River and Amy, might as well expect you to come with as well because you are anyway. [Clearly the idea of prom date has going entirely over his head.]
[Filtered away from Vietnam]
That said, I'm also looking for a way to get a custom dress made and evidently some of you lot know how to do that. So! I'll need your services and of course I'll pay you for them, as a police officer I make loads of money that I never need. So as long as it's nice, I'll pay you whatever you'd like.
[Action]
[In his driveway with, fiddling with a large 1950's jukebox, still wearing his beloved fez. He's got the back open and it's loudly blaring Bill Haley and the Comet's Rock Around the Clock.]
Come on, come on. We need a bit more variety. Not that the 50's didn't have some brilliant songs in their own right, but there's a whole galaxy of songs out there! We'll need a bit more variety... ha!
[Suddenly there's the sound of a record skipping and for a brief moment a much more modern song begins to play. Unfortunately, it only lasts a few minutes before the sound of a record scratching comes back and it returns to playing "Rock Around the Clock" and then the sound dies completely. The Doctor pops up from behind the jukebox, looking annoyed.]
Oh, come on! I know something's interfering when I try to introduce things alternate to our supposed timeline, but that's not supposed to break it. Come on then, start working again.
[He waves his sonic screwdriver at it, but to no avail. The jukebox remains silent. The Doctor stares it down for a few seconds before banging his fist against it. Like the Fonz. Unfortunately, instead of playing, it only bruises his hand. He cringes and shakes his wounded hand.]
Alright, fine. So I can't pull a Fonz. Never doing that again.