Date: 2011-12-12 08:20 pm (UTC)
It was all fine until the Doctor made a paper hat. You’d think he’d be the one to know how the Paraminem currently feel about hats. (They always revere whatever their king’s family legacy is. Their current king is King Gorgeousheadwear.) So, for him to just make a hat out of paper is like making a Winnipeg Jets jersey out of all-yellow material.

So now, here we are, running again. Luckily, they had to all set their hats down onto proper surfaces before chasing us so we got a decent head start. (Plus, we don’t have to run that particularly fast. They spend all their time making hats that they don’t do any exercises and so have become quite rotund).

“Why did you do that?” I ask once we’re in the TARDIS.
The Doctor has this woeful look on his face. “Did you see the guy sitting beside me, the guy who ratted me out?”
“Yeah,” I answer.
“Well, he promised me a bunch of bananas if I did made that hat.” The Doctor says with tears in his eyes and a quiver in his voice. “I don’t think I’m getting those bananas now.”
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