Hello, Sixth-version-of-me. This could be entertaining. Although, as you are me and I'm you, you probably know the answers to just about everything I'd say to you about me. Us.
Ninth, is it? Well, well! I must say it's good to know I've still got a bit of a run left in me. I don't suppose you've seen anything of a chap calling himself the knackersyard barnyard graveyard Valeyard, have you?
Time War? I don't recall any Time War. Averting one or two, but none that actually made it to fruition, thank Kasterberous! *holds up a hand* No, don't tell me! I know you want to. I would. But I'd rather not know for my own good. Paradox and Laws of Time and all that.
Unfortunately, I'm afraid they do. Far too many of them, if you ask me. Well then. And how's the old girl holding up, hmmm? Managed to stabalize her hameleon circuit yet?
*beams with pride* She's holding up very well. The chameleon circuit is all fixed, but I'm fond of the old girl in the police box shape. Still having a few problems getting to the right Time all the time, though.
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