thirty-three;
[recorded -- Eight is playing sentry duty near the Visitor's Center. Unfortunately, he's picked up a scaly little friend intent on following him around. The Compy dogs his steps, cheeping inquisitively.]
Hm? Oh, hello again. [chirrup! The Doctor chuckles.] No, no, I'm afraid I don't have any food at the moment. [he crouches down and peers at the dino]
You know, I haven't seen one of you since, oh, the Cretaceous Period. ...Or the Jurassic Period, I can never remember which. Terribly remiss of me. You lot really shouldn't be here, though.
[there's a squeak from the Compy, and it butts it's head against Eight, who pats it gingerly.] Of course, there's a jungle in the TARDIS that might suit...
Hm? Oh, hello again. [chirrup! The Doctor chuckles.] No, no, I'm afraid I don't have any food at the moment. [he crouches down and peers at the dino]
You know, I haven't seen one of you since, oh, the Cretaceous Period. ...Or the Jurassic Period, I can never remember which. Terribly remiss of me. You lot really shouldn't be here, though.
[there's a squeak from the Compy, and it butts it's head against Eight, who pats it gingerly.] Of course, there's a jungle in the TARDIS that might suit...