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and gave her coworkers forty whacks
Sep. 8th, 2011 01:42 amThe day was busy, sordid, flat, dictatorial, grey, oppressive, and rainy. And I had a headache.
Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad, but there were occasional moments of fantasising about running wild with an ax.
A specific coworker should be back from holiday tomorrow. It'll be good to see her.
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"Never fear, Sergeant Benton," said Doctor John Smith blithely. "We'll put things right. All will be well, and well, and all manner of things shall be well, as I remember remarking to Francis Bacon one night as, for reasons of his own, he was trying to stuff snow up a chicken..."
He turned to beam happily at Delbane. "I think you'll agree this clears up almost any question that I'm not precisely who I say I am -- and, if you'll recall that dossier of yours, that means I have quite a bit of seniority around here."
He looked at her again with steady, perfectly clear eyes, and something in his expression sent a shudder through her. It wasn't a threat -- because a threat, whatever else it does, limits the possibilities of what might happen. Continue to impede me much longer, Smith's eyes said, and anything -- literally anything -- could happen.
-- the Fourth Doctor, in Heart of TARDIS, by Dave Stone
Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad, but there were occasional moments of fantasising about running wild with an ax.
A specific coworker should be back from holiday tomorrow. It'll be good to see her.
---
"Never fear, Sergeant Benton," said Doctor John Smith blithely. "We'll put things right. All will be well, and well, and all manner of things shall be well, as I remember remarking to Francis Bacon one night as, for reasons of his own, he was trying to stuff snow up a chicken..."
He turned to beam happily at Delbane. "I think you'll agree this clears up almost any question that I'm not precisely who I say I am -- and, if you'll recall that dossier of yours, that means I have quite a bit of seniority around here."
He looked at her again with steady, perfectly clear eyes, and something in his expression sent a shudder through her. It wasn't a threat -- because a threat, whatever else it does, limits the possibilities of what might happen. Continue to impede me much longer, Smith's eyes said, and anything -- literally anything -- could happen.
-- the Fourth Doctor, in Heart of TARDIS, by Dave Stone
