BUT THINK OF HOW TRAGIC AND MESSED UP HE WILL BE, KNOWING HIS TIME IS RUNNING OUT!
He'll sit there, in the TARDIS, staring at himself in the mirror. The big hair, the crooked tie, the spattering of freckles across his face. It's a face he's come to know, come to love. It's a face he won't have for much longer.
SOON HE WILL LOSE HIMSELF TO THAT GUY FROM BLACKPOOL!
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He'll sit there, in the TARDIS, staring at himself in the mirror. The big hair, the crooked tie, the spattering of freckles across his face. It's a face he's come to know, come to love. It's a face he won't have for much longer.
SOON HE WILL LOSE HIMSELF TO THAT GUY FROM BLACKPOOL!
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AGAIN!