Yar Pirate Ipsum
Deadlights landlubber or just lubber yo-ho-ho keel clap of thunder holystone reef list bilge rat topmast. Hardtack come about Brethren of the Coast sheet case shot keelhaul chase ye run a shot across the bow hulk. Lookout pirate boom gaff measured fer yer chains crow’s nest Shiver me timbers Blimey salmagundi bilge water.
Pillage skysail Brethren of the Coast rum Blimey swab case shot fluke cog Buccaneer. Topsail marooned poop deck furl list reef sails scuttle flogging spyglass chandler. Chantey tender spanker take a caulk furl bilge rat tackle doubloon brigantine Jack Tar.
Blimey warp code of conduct man-of-war strike colors league pirate brig dead men tell no tales measured fer yer chains. Grapple splice the main brace scourge of the seven seas dead men tell no tales black spot Brethren of the Coast flogging come about chandler jack. Provost jib chase guns dance the hempen jig list Cat o’nine tails bilge grog gun landlubber or just lubber.
Anybody remotely interesting is mad in some way. People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-and-effect… but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly… timey-wimey… stuff. Underneath it all I think you’re probably kind and nice, and very brave. I just wish you weren’t a soldier. I don’t suppose we’ll ever know if we actually succeeded. But at worst, we failed doing the right thing, as opposed to succeeding in doing the wrong.
The best thing about a machine that makes sense is you can very easily make it turn out nonsense. Obviously the Time Lords have programmed the TARDIS always to return to Earth. It seems that I am some kind of a galactic yo-yo! I think it’s time to find your Achilles heel, or should I say – flipper. And I’m looking for a blonde in a Union Jack. A specific one, mind, I didn’t just wake up this morning with a craving. Then, all things considered…it’s time I grew up. No, not the hugging. I’m against the hugging.
But it was a childish dream that made you a doctor. You dreamed you could hold back death. Isn’t that true? You’ve had this place redecorated, haven’t you? Hmm, don’t like it. Five foot one and crying – you never stood a chance. Sorry, must dash! Bow ties are cool. No sir. Thirteen! I had to face my fear…that was more important than just going on living…. [The Hand of Omega] is called that because Time Lords have an infinite capacity for pretension. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Eh? Doctor who? What’s he talking about…?
Sorry, must dash! And I’m looking for a blonde in a Union Jack. A specific one, mind, I didn’t just wake up this morning with a craving. He thinks I’m a charlatan, my Dear. Sweet, maybe… Passionate, I suppose… But don’t ever mistake that for nice. This is a situation that requires tact and finesse. Fortunately, I am blessed with both. Are these antiques dotted about all over the building? It really is a splendid piece of audioarchitectonicalmetrasynchosity! I might’ve been saying something important. I was saying something important!
An unintelligent enemy is far less dangerous than an intelligent one…. When this is all over, you can find a shoulder to cry on. But for now, you need me. Go and be the Doctor that I could never be. Jo, did you fail Latin as well as science? I might’ve been saying something important. I was saying something important! The Time Lords are an immensely civilised race. We can control our own environment – we can live forever, barring accidents, and we have the secret of space/time travel. Shall we ask for a better quality of door so we can escape?