Now, I don’t mind waiting.
I don’t mind being hit with a mallet.
I don’t mind the occasional spear in the door.
But when someone absent mindedly litters my console room with trashy magazines, I get narked.
I think we all know I’m talking about a certain Rose Tyler. So, yes, Miss Tyler, a little less littering, please? I mean, come on, be nice, I keep you warm, I carry you through time and space, a little cleanliness isn’t too much to ask, surely.
Anyway, enough of that.
So today, I landed in Cardiff, feeling the need for a refuel. The Doctor nearly decided to take a detour, but I tried to, and successfully managed to, convince him otherwise, though it did take a series of groans.
About Me
- The TARDIS
- I'm the TARDIS, which stands for Time and Relative Dimension(s) in Space. For this reason, I do prefer it when you write my whole name in capital letters... It's just courtesy. I am, apparently the Doctor's machine for travelling through time and space, though quite frankly, we all know I'm his best friend, even if he does keep hitting me with a mallet. I'm bigger on the inside, yes. I know. No need to keep telling me, alright! I used to be able to blend in, but that pesky Doctor, broke my "chameleon circuit" so now I look like a phone box. I'm not complaining, it's rather slimming.
2 comments:
Wha-? I was just trying to give you something to read! Yeah, yeah!
I have no idea what you'd think of me traveling in you again..though I do tend to keep you tidy..but I only put a hole in you once..
and TARDIS I DO LOVE YOU! I DO! If you wanted I could get you together with the preisdential tardis and you could have TARDI...never mind
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