...Que.
Handy (or the Doctor, or John, or whotever people decide to call him, though he prefers the last), is here to ramble about his impending death.
"So um. Right! I'm a spin-off of the Doc, yeah? Some think I'm him, some think I'm just myself. Guess the jury's still out on all that, but...
See, I've got a problem. A big, random-repeating-of-words giant fucking problem.
For awhile I thought my 'burning up' was just taken literally for me, 'cos my skin's a bit too hot, like I'm always running a fever, but now I'll be in the middle of going on and just repeat a word about... six or eight times. 'Least it's always an even number. That and the random 'bouts of what Martha calls 'mean', whatever that's s'posed to say.
Anyway the point is, I'm dying, clearly. You'd think the secret death wish would make that easier, but for some reason I'm really against dying. I've only got the one heart! I can't just pop back up from that!
What should I do? Have a big brainzap and find a way to get the Doc's stupidly plentiful memories out of my head (fond of 'em, though), find someone from some alternate universe to... I like being human. Really. Even if this body's not meant to age at all.
I'm dying and I've got no idea what to do. Soooo... yeah, advice would be brilliant."
"So um. Right! I'm a spin-off of the Doc, yeah? Some think I'm him, some think I'm just myself. Guess the jury's still out on all that, but...
See, I've got a problem. A big, random-repeating-of-words giant fucking problem.
For awhile I thought my 'burning up' was just taken literally for me, 'cos my skin's a bit too hot, like I'm always running a fever, but now I'll be in the middle of going on and just repeat a word about... six or eight times. 'Least it's always an even number. That and the random 'bouts of what Martha calls 'mean', whatever that's s'posed to say.
Anyway the point is, I'm dying, clearly. You'd think the secret death wish would make that easier, but for some reason I'm really against dying. I've only got the one heart! I can't just pop back up from that!
What should I do? Have a big brainzap and find a way to get the Doc's stupidly plentiful memories out of my head (fond of 'em, though), find someone from some alternate universe to... I like being human. Really. Even if this body's not meant to age at all.
I'm dying and I've got no idea what to do. Soooo... yeah, advice would be brilliant."