She's not even a Time Lord... why does she even have me?! That's right, she thinks her sister got me for her birthday present, as if! Like such splendid machinery would ever be found on this planet. She has the audacity to believe I work while my "sound is broken." I'm a SONIC screwdriver for the Time Vortex's sake. Sonic means SOUND! Not making noise? Not working. Humans...
Her "replacement" sound effects amuse me though. And we always go on adventures together, although I'm not sure how "adventurous" they actually are... But hey, how exciting can it be on 21st century Earth? In the plus side, this new lifestyle offers a fantastic insurance plan; no risk of breakage while saving the world from imminent destruction!
Maybe I'll just call this temporary residence a "vacation". Not like she'll live that long anyway; can't even make it a whole century, let alone over nine like the Doctor!
Oh, him. I can not believe he left me for scrap metal or Torchwood experimentation here on this dumpy planet. I'm supposed to be in the TARDIS! Hello, I'm more dependable than any companion he's ever had; we've defeated the entire Dalek Army FIVE times together & I helped him end the Time War! Oh well, he always comes back to Earth for a new girl when the current one wants to go home. Or dies. But hey, no skin off my back! I'll be back in the hands of someone who actually understands that SONIC means SOUND; the hands of a Time Lord.
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