
Call me… the Doctor.
The eleven incarnations of the Doctor from Doctor Who.
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The bowtie is too ridiculous to comment on. Although it is better than the celery on the lapel. Really, Doctor, what were you thinking with that?
As for the floppy hair…are you some sort of Earth canine? Is that what you wish to hear me say? And let’s not discuss your chin, instead, how about we ponder over the fact that this regeneration seems to have absolutely no eyebrows. How utterly idiotic you look, dear Doctor.
Feel…more comfortable now? *rolls eyes*

Actually, I think I preferred it before.
“Try to keep out of trouble?” he asked incredulously. “You? Yeah, good luck with that, Doctor. You can try, but trouble always finds you.”

Yeeeeees, quite. And you wouldn’t have me any other way. I’m just a trouble magnet. Always have been - always will be.
Hello, Doctor. New face, I see.

New face indeed.
Really? No quips about chins or floppy hair? Not even the bowtie?
Hello, you must be The Doctor. I’ve heard we’ll be working with you soon.
Oh I’m Steven Rogers the leader of The Avengers. It’s nice to finally meet you.

That’s my name - don’t wear it out. Pleasure to meet you, Mr Rogers.
And what is your vigilante name, hm? I was thinking of one for me - a code name if you will. Besides my own, of course. What do you think of Fezman?
But you would have a cape! Romans are cool, Rory, never forget that. Besides, you can’t be a vigilante without a defining feature. Your Centurion-ness is your feature.
Oh, a fez! I could be called Super-Fez. Fezman. The Red Fez. [He rubs his hands together.] Oh, Rory this is going to be excellent!
“Have you seem the film The Incredibles? Capes are dangerous. Especially if you can fly.” Which he couldn’t, of course. But that wasn’t the point. “Right then Fezman-” Oh, he was so calling him that all the time now. “-What do you suggest we do now? You know, while we wait to figure out what we actually ought to be doing.”
Explore, make some new acquaintances. Maybe grab some food. I was wondering where the kitchen was - I’ve been looking for it ever since we got here. Generally…try and keep out of trouble, Roranicus.
