You were going to come help me recalibrate the Weevil portal. You were also going to come back and talk to Amy and Rory about their time baby and about taking them on a trip some time. You haven't done any of those things, Amy is convinced you hate her for some reason, I have four Weevils chained up on an industrial estate because I can't send them home and now a situation has arisen with which I could also use your help. Is there any chance you might grace us with a visit some time soon or should I just give up?
Ah. Right, yeah. Those things. There's a... bit of a problem. It's, you know... a time... space kind of problem, which is preventing me from... doing stuff. I could... pop round the Hub if you like, if there's... yeah, if there's no one else there, that would be... good. But I can't come to the house. Timey wimey paradoxy things, you know how it is.
Right, can do, I'll be there this afternoon, Suze can drop me.
Umm... tell them they're really groovy and I don't hate them and I will pop round as soon as space/time circumstances will allow. That's pretty much all I can say right now.
There's a snake here, says he's from Wackyland and that the Sfinx is after Melody. I could do with some... detection equipment. Well, right now the snake says he is the detection equipment, but I don't really trust the snake. Rory says he's cool with the snake, but I'm not. And I have no idea how to fight off this Sfinx guy, should he show up.
If Rory's cool with the snake, the snake's probably cool, Dad. Trust the plastic. And you fight off the Sfinx guy with Rory, you don't need me for that. Give him a sword or gun. In fact, give him both and watch him go.
Yeah. Rory. Rory Motherfucking Williams. The man's a legend, let him deal with it. Give him the centurion gear and sic him on whatever's bothering you. You'll see. Trust the plastic, Dad.
*exasperated* What fucking plastic? *sighs* Those drugs had better have worn off before you come to the Hub this afternoon, Daf. I'll talk to you then. *hangs up*
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Date: 2011-06-20 07:24 am (UTC)No, I do not know how it is. I would like very much for to pop round the Hub, then, if that's my only option.
Why are you avoiding Amy and Rory, what should I tell them?
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Date: 2011-06-20 07:26 am (UTC)Umm... tell them they're really groovy and I don't hate them and I will pop round as soon as space/time circumstances will allow. That's pretty much all I can say right now.
What's the other problem?
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Date: 2011-06-20 07:47 am (UTC)What fucking plastic?
*sighs*
Those drugs had better have worn off before you come to the Hub this afternoon, Daf. I'll talk to you then.
*hangs up*
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Date: 2011-06-20 07:47 am (UTC)Sure, Dad.
*hangs up*