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[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[Everyone missed the Doctor, right? Of course. But today is a bit different.

You see, he's talking to a plant. The plant is on a metal, rounded picnic table and he brought a tree that appears to be going through autumn and an area of grass with it from whatever planet he was on. But the important part is that he's sitting at the table with a sandwich, eating it and talking to this plant]

You know, you really are brilliant. ...No, really! I mean that. Sane, nice, loves Elvis. Also, you're not violent. You have no idea what a rarity that is these days.

[he shakes his head with a sigh and keeps munching on his sandwich and talking to the plant]

Comments

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Well you wouldn't, would you?

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Probably not, no.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Stretches] Eeny-meeny-miny-mo, where the Golden Cat dances, nobody knows. [Sandwich. :| ]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[D:!!!] Oi, that's my sandwich.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[>\!] Share!

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

But it's mine!

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

That's why it's sharing, Theta-Phi.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

But I like this sandwich.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Mews pathetically]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he slumps slightly] Oi, no, don't...don't do that.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[ Sits primly in front of him, her eyes huge, the picture of misery.] Please, Doctor.

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

... [sighs and tears the sandwich in half, giving her the larger half]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[!! She will be devouring it with Great Speed now, Doctor.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[he scratches her head] Glad you like it. [noms his own sandwich half]