Last Of the Timey Wimey Lords
The music was playing loudly, as the figure in swirling black turned and danced with glee. His shining black helmet gave him a terrifying visage, and the guards standing around stayed close to the wall, out of his range. He reached inside the tent, and pulled out the tiny, wrinkled old creature who just looked at him with sad, haunted eyes.
“Tell me, Doctor, what do you think of my achievements? My Death Star stands, ready and waiting to launch my final destruction of this planet you seem to love so dearly.” He lifted him up, sticking him into a nice little birdcage for safe keeping. “I tawt I taw a puddy tat! I did, I did taw a puddy tat!”
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“Tell me, Doctor, what do you think of my achievements? My Death Star stands, ready and waiting to launch my final destruction of this planet you seem to love so dearly.” He lifted him up, sticking him into a nice little birdcage for safe keeping. “I tawt I taw a puddy tat! I did, I did taw a puddy tat!”
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