I forgot to buy my girlfriend a Valentine's Day present--but no biggie, I said. I'll just leave a time-capsuled note for Evilbore fan-favorite Doctor Who, politely asking him to travel back in time and relative dimensions in space and deliver a relationship-saving present from several centuries down the line. It would be waiting for me on my doorstop when I get home, I suggested. WELL IT WASN'T.
What good is a fucking TARDIS if you won't even use it to hook a temporally-disadvantaged brother up? I extol his virtues, and what do I get? The finger, from forty-seven centuries off. Motherfucker thinks he's hot shit just cause he's a "Time Lord." Well, maybe if he actually remembered how we human beings celebrate romantic holidays he could hang onto his "companions" for more than a single season.
Cockmunch.