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The Doctor paces the Nexus with an irritated expression on his face. In his arms he has a bag of fruit - they're predictably pears and bananas. The first pear he hucks off into the vast sea of couches, likely to clobber someone in the head roll under an easy chair somewhere. The second banana he tucks in his pocket. Then he throws another pear away from him. This continues, and it seems he's really not about to run out of either fruit any time soon. They just sort of keep appearing from the bag. However, he does eventually run out of pears and ends up with a mass of bananas poking out of his suit-coat pockets and pant pockets. Rumpling the bag into a wad in his hand, he flings it off somewhere else and then faces the Nexus at large.
"Alright, you lot! Two questions, first and most importantly, who wants a banana? Full of potassium, great for headaches, terrific for replacing factories with, good for the nerves and comes up easy the second time, no need for a rough ride on the vomit comet! Come on, you know you want a banana, bananas are good! Oh, and if you want a pear, I'm afraid you'll just have to go track them down, they're probably a little bruised, but blimey I hate pears. Take a banana!"
He passes out bananas to whoever wants one. ... and maybe to some people who don't?
"Second question! Why in the world is everyone so bloody afraid of Candlejack? Look, silly old superstision, nightmares, stuff of children's dark bedroom closets. Candlejack, candlejack, candlejaaa~~ck!" He whips out a mirror - from where isn't important, he just has one. Oh, he's shouting at it now. "Oh, did I mention bloody Mary, bloody Mary, bloody Mary!" The Doctor grins, turning the empty mirror to those who might be watching. "Look-at-that-there!" he exclaims, running those words into one giant one. "Nothing's happening, well, aside from that silly little girl who decided to play with too many scarecrows, but she's always there, never mind her, she's be there forever! HA!"
"Now! Explain to me, why in the world with ridiculous superstitions, you stupid apes blunder about your planet coming up with things to terrify you, illogical things, simple things, childish things, fuzzy things - all sorts of things! The things you should be afraid of you laugh at! You spit in the faces of gods and demons and are afraid of mayflies! Being afraid of the dark? Very logical, very sensible, can't see in the dark, things lurk in the dark, Vashta Nerada - but the boogie man? CANDLEJACK! Bloody Mary, Bigfoot, Jesus Christ the Superstar himself, dying and not going to heaven, the wicked-old-witch or the Devil himself can't ever outfox the fox, why do you humans, humans especially, you stupid lot, why do you come up with these things? I need answers, give me answers, give them to me now, and everyone shall recieve bananas! I like bananas, I do. Yellow, soft, tasty bananas, and all of them are sun-ripened no hormones! That's what you should be afraid of, chemicals in your food, that sort of thing. Now! Go on, have a banana, you'll like a banana, bananas are, after all, very good. And answer my question."
The Doctor stands there in his black suit, practically quivering with pent up energy, and then shouts, for good measure,
"CANDLEJACK!"
[ooc: 12:24am, CST, gone to sleep! Back tomorrow.]
"Alright, you lot! Two questions, first and most importantly, who wants a banana? Full of potassium, great for headaches, terrific for replacing factories with, good for the nerves and comes up easy the second time, no need for a rough ride on the vomit comet! Come on, you know you want a banana, bananas are good! Oh, and if you want a pear, I'm afraid you'll just have to go track them down, they're probably a little bruised, but blimey I hate pears. Take a banana!"
He passes out bananas to whoever wants one. ... and maybe to some people who don't?
"Second question! Why in the world is everyone so bloody afraid of Candlejack? Look, silly old superstision, nightmares, stuff of children's dark bedroom closets. Candlejack, candlejack, candlejaaa~~ck!" He whips out a mirror - from where isn't important, he just has one. Oh, he's shouting at it now. "Oh, did I mention bloody Mary, bloody Mary, bloody Mary!" The Doctor grins, turning the empty mirror to those who might be watching. "Look-at-that-there!" he exclaims, running those words into one giant one. "Nothing's happening, well, aside from that silly little girl who decided to play with too many scarecrows, but she's always there, never mind her, she's be there forever! HA!"
"Now! Explain to me, why in the world with ridiculous superstitions, you stupid apes blunder about your planet coming up with things to terrify you, illogical things, simple things, childish things, fuzzy things - all sorts of things! The things you should be afraid of you laugh at! You spit in the faces of gods and demons and are afraid of mayflies! Being afraid of the dark? Very logical, very sensible, can't see in the dark, things lurk in the dark, Vashta Nerada - but the boogie man? CANDLEJACK! Bloody Mary, Bigfoot, Jesus Christ the Superstar himself, dying and not going to heaven, the wicked-old-witch or the Devil himself can't ever outfox the fox, why do you humans, humans especially, you stupid lot, why do you come up with these things? I need answers, give me answers, give them to me now, and everyone shall recieve bananas! I like bananas, I do. Yellow, soft, tasty bananas, and all of them are sun-ripened no hormones! That's what you should be afraid of, chemicals in your food, that sort of thing. Now! Go on, have a banana, you'll like a banana, bananas are, after all, very good. And answer my question."
The Doctor stands there in his black suit, practically quivering with pent up energy, and then shouts, for good measure,
"CANDLEJACK!"
[ooc: 12:24am, CST, gone to sleep! Back tomorrow.]