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And now for something completely different.
I've realised something. Namely: The Curse of Fatal Death is the key to the New Who Doctors! Very minor spoilers under the cut. (Well minor for the show itself. Major spoilers for 'The Curse of Fatal Death', which you should all watch because it's AWESOME! Doesn't matter if you don't know anything about Doctor Who, it's basically just a long comedy sketch.)
First, we meet the Ninth Doctor.
He describes himself with these words:
Ninth Doctor: Very well. I have recently calculated that I have saved every planet in the known universe a minimum number of 27 times. Well you know, I have grown weary of all the evil in the cosmos. All the cruelty, all the suffering, all those endless gravel quarries. And so I have decided to retire, settle down and get married.
The Master: What?!
The Doctor: Yes. Without even knowing I was looking, I have found a woman I love. A woman more fascinating than all my travels through time and space. A girl more exciting than an escape up a vetilation shaft.
Remind you of anyone?
OK, so Nine and Rose don't get engaged, but let's just have a look at these quotes:
Christopher Eccleston: It's a love story.
Russell T Davies: From the moment they meet, the Doctor and Rose are soul mates. They understand and complement each other.
Billie Piper: She's quite in love with him.
Steven Moffat: Obviously and quite overtly, really, the subtext of this show is that the Doctor is hopelessly in love with Rose.
All clear? Very well, let's move on to the Tenth Doctor:
He greets the world with these words:
Tenth Doctor: Oh, sorry about that. I just though I'd slip into something more comfortable. Result? Cute, sexy and lick-the-mirror handsome.
*coughs*
Need I say more?
Which brings us to the Eleventh Doctor, and things begin to get fun in earnest:
Eleventh Doctor: Oh dear. Seem to be a bit shy of girls now. All the problems of changing personas. So unpredictable.
And again, I think this image proves my point...
So, finally, we get to Twelve (shall we call him River's Doctor?), and I'm sure you've all worked out where I'm going with all this:
Twelfth Doctor: Oh dear, look at that. I've gone and used up three bodies in just under a minute, and all because I forgot to unplug first. That really was terribly silly of me. Sorry about that my dear, bit unfortunate.
Emma: Doctor!
Twelfth Doctor: Oh assistant!
Mmmmm, Hugh Grant Doctor - charming, self-deprecating, laid-back... Yeah, I think I could cope with that! *g*
(Plus, does this mean we'd get Joanna Lumley for Thirteen? 'Cause that'd be awesome!)
First, we meet the Ninth Doctor.
He describes himself with these words:
Ninth Doctor: Very well. I have recently calculated that I have saved every planet in the known universe a minimum number of 27 times. Well you know, I have grown weary of all the evil in the cosmos. All the cruelty, all the suffering, all those endless gravel quarries. And so I have decided to retire, settle down and get married.
The Master: What?!
The Doctor: Yes. Without even knowing I was looking, I have found a woman I love. A woman more fascinating than all my travels through time and space. A girl more exciting than an escape up a vetilation shaft.
Remind you of anyone?
OK, so Nine and Rose don't get engaged, but let's just have a look at these quotes:
Christopher Eccleston: It's a love story.
Russell T Davies: From the moment they meet, the Doctor and Rose are soul mates. They understand and complement each other.
Billie Piper: She's quite in love with him.
Steven Moffat: Obviously and quite overtly, really, the subtext of this show is that the Doctor is hopelessly in love with Rose.
All clear? Very well, let's move on to the Tenth Doctor:
He greets the world with these words:
Tenth Doctor: Oh, sorry about that. I just though I'd slip into something more comfortable. Result? Cute, sexy and lick-the-mirror handsome.
*coughs*
Need I say more?
Which brings us to the Eleventh Doctor, and things begin to get fun in earnest:
Eleventh Doctor: Oh dear. Seem to be a bit shy of girls now. All the problems of changing personas. So unpredictable.
And again, I think this image proves my point...
So, finally, we get to Twelve (shall we call him River's Doctor?), and I'm sure you've all worked out where I'm going with all this:
Twelfth Doctor: Oh dear, look at that. I've gone and used up three bodies in just under a minute, and all because I forgot to unplug first. That really was terribly silly of me. Sorry about that my dear, bit unfortunate.
Emma: Doctor!
Twelfth Doctor: Oh assistant!
Mmmmm, Hugh Grant Doctor - charming, self-deprecating, laid-back... Yeah, I think I could cope with that! *g*
(Plus, does this mean we'd get Joanna Lumley for Thirteen? 'Cause that'd be awesome!)