It’s art! A statement on modern society, ‘Oh Ain’t Modern Society Awful?’! You know when grown-ups tell you ‘everything’s going to be fine’ and you think they’re probably lying to make you feel better? Sorry, checking all the water in this area; there’s an escaped fish. It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister.
You hit me with a cricket bat. No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.…hey.…the good things don’t always soften the bad things; but vice-versa the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
- Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush.
- I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in.
- Heh-haa! Super squeaky bum time!
- I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in.
Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I’ve always known him: Jeff. All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens! No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness.
I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in. No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister. I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks!
- You know how I sometimes have really brilliant ideas?
- I’m the Doctor, I’m worse than everyone’s aunt. *catches himself* And that is not how I’m introducing myself.
- *Insistently* Bow ties are cool! Come on Amy, I’m a normal bloke, tell me what normal blokes do!
I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don’t lie to me! I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don’t lie to me! All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister.
