[A boy in a school uniform with flaming red hair is on the network screen. Except there is something a little older than that about him, a hardness behind his eyes. He’s currently slouched on a park bench near the fountain, arms crossed and looking decidedly pouty as he glares into the camera.]
Doctor, if this is a joke it’s not one I’m laughing at. And if Tegan put you up to it I am very disappointed in you both. And warn her to start hiding her shampoo again.
[Clearly done with this conversation, he rolls over onto his back and lies down on the bench. He’s so thin and wiry, he practically disappears at this angle.]
Oh, and whoever designed these-
[He waves his hand towards the device recording.]
Give them a better soundcard.
Doctor, if this is a joke it’s not one I’m laughing at. And if Tegan put you up to it I am very disappointed in you both. And warn her to start hiding her shampoo again.
[Clearly done with this conversation, he rolls over onto his back and lies down on the bench. He’s so thin and wiry, he practically disappears at this angle.]
Oh, and whoever designed these-
[He waves his hand towards the device recording.]
Give them a better soundcard.
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