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Eleven is pacing, anywhere, everywhere, he's pacing. When he gets outside, he kicks small stones that get in his way while he's pacing. When he paces inside, he's dragging his hand across the walls, tables and chairs that are around him.
Finally he stops pacing.
"This is ridiculous. Is this what being human is like? It's so boooring, stuck in the one place, I'm sick of it! Sick of it!" He starts talking to the roof, "Alright, you've had your fun, can I get out now? Please? Because I've got things I could be doing, Very Important things? Does that sway you at all?" he pauses, "No? Damn." and he throws himself into a chair and starts sulking, and if there's one thing worse than a bored Time Lord, it's a sulking Time Lord.
Finally he stops pacing.
"This is ridiculous. Is this what being human is like? It's so boooring, stuck in the one place, I'm sick of it! Sick of it!" He starts talking to the roof, "Alright, you've had your fun, can I get out now? Please? Because I've got things I could be doing, Very Important things? Does that sway you at all?" he pauses, "No? Damn." and he throws himself into a chair and starts sulking, and if there's one thing worse than a bored Time Lord, it's a sulking Time Lord.