DRIVING THE DOCTOR

Young Theta sat nervously, in front of the stern old man in white robes, who said: “We shall now begin your final Tardis exam. You’re flying your Tardis, when the console malfunctions. What do you do?” Theta squirmed, “Erm--hold on tight and bang on it with a hammer?”

“No! Now, you’ve landed on a strange planet, what do you do?” Theta grimiced, “Eh, let my companion exit first, so she can get attacked by the monster?” Scowling, the examiner shouted, “Some Time Lord you’ll be! You’ll never properly operate a Tardis, if you live to be 950 years old!”

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