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Mun is SOOOOO drunk at the moment...Whatever you want to do to the Doctor...GO FOR IT.

The Doctor sat at the pier just near the Hub in Cardiff.

Just relaxing, with a bottle of wine.

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He blinks at the man a little doubfounded. "What happens if your ship can't translate? What do you do then. I had to learn most of the European languages before my handlers would let me run missions. Other wise it's like asking for trouble." He couldn't imagin relying on some one else to do all the understanding and translating for him. It just seemed unsafe.

He shrugs. "What's the worst that would happen? I don't like it? Dean can't stand half the stuff I play."

"Well, there's only been one time where it couldn't, and that language was impossibly old. I speak a few languages myself. Still working on English, though. All those tenses are incredibly confusing."

He hopped ahead, leading them to where he'd parked the TARDIS at the end of a pier.

"Most of the music I keep is fairly safe. The Genosiahn Chants, though? Apparently they're so beautiful they drive the listener completely insane."

He snorts. "English is an awful language. It's based on half Latin and half German, and mugs other languages at gun point for spare wordage."

"Right. Staying away from the chants. All of my music is safe. Dispite what my siblings say, it wont actually make your ears bleed." He eyes the box. "Police phone box? I've seen them in pictures. British. That's the ship?"

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