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[An energetic, youthful voice crackles on the message board, broadcasting to anyone who'll listen. It sounds rather annoyed, though that quickly changes to enthusiastic amusement]

Alright, when’s this? This isn’t where I set the coordinates. The air smells… off. It’s an artificial world, isn’t it? Ah-hah, so that’s it. Right, then. I'm the Doctor; what seems to be the problem here? And don’t tell me there isn’t; I know trouble when I see it, and this is definitely troublesome. No, not the end of the uni – ah, maybe. But that’s alright, I’ve done this before, I’ll do it again. It’s the universe; something’s got to happen. So, then, what is it? Is there despair? Danger? Is the tea getting cold? Blimey, I hate it when that happens.

I can reset the TARDIS coordinates to five minutes past Amelia later. This is brilliant! New-old world where something’s not quite right; classic.

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Maybe you two shouldn't be speaking like that where I can hear you.

Yeah, you really should be nicer to him, Timon.

But Pumbaa...! Ugh. [grumbles]

Sorry, Tor.

My name's The Doctor. Not Tor.

I think you should listen to him. I think he knows what he's supposed to be called.

Well he said it was Tor before.

But didn't he say he was the Doctor before that?

He said a lot of things.

No, I never said I as Tor, I said Doctor.

You should see a doctor if you're sore.

Blimey, you're thick.

Blind-who has a tick?

I said you're an idiot, now stop talking.

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