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[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « those humans over there, befriending with the Zygons. Humans and Zygons, side by side. Glad they came right before »

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « Kate decided any stupid things like exploding the bloody New York. They. Yeah. Not just him and Clara. It's they— »

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « The Doctor, The Doctor, /The Doctor/, and Clara. Three Doctors at the same time, and the time paradox is still »

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « stable, and nothing seems to be a problem here. His life is that weird, he could meet two of himself and there's no »

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « explanation. So he'll just go with that. The Doctor glances at his past self, he's talking with Clara. He doesn't »

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « want to bother them, so he'll just... well, stay here. And talk to his bloody future self. "Hey," he nudges the »

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « other, "We seem have some time here. Can we talk?" Has to.

| The jerkness of retweeting own solo.

[Capt. Harkness] He turns to the voice, "Whoa, Jack? What happened?"

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] "Alright, so, first thing first—" In front of him, is his /future/ self. The figure of himself from the future. Think »

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « about how many things he could ask to him. Although if it is indeed /him/, he won't tell about what's about to »

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « be happen in the future. /His/ future. Then, let's not talk about the future. He's already seen the past him, who's »

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « /him/ before he turns like... /this/. And telling him what's about to happen in the future would only just ruin »

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « everything. Possible creating paradox, for extra. So. "—I don't quite understand." He says, slowly. Eyes straight »

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « at the man with bowties, "Did you really forget?" He doesn't need to say what's he's actually talking about. They »

[Mᴀᴅᴍᴀɴ Wɪᴛʜ ᴀ Bᴏx] « brought this before, and he's just simply bringing it back. About the count of the victims who died in Gallifrey.

[Capt. Harkness] The Doctor sighs deeply hearing the first sentence, rubbing his palm over his face. But the next sentence got him; »

[Capt. Harkness] « alien downtown. There's no other reason why Jack's here. —perhaps. "Do tell. Did he get you? Anyone?"