"Someone's been an /annoying/ little Galli-Fly on the wall, haven't they?"

He grabbed the Doctor by the throat with a stoned hand, emulating a Weeping Angel.

"Maybe it's time to give another number a chance today.

What's your diagnosis... Doctor?"

“A butcher and eater of worlds does not concern itself with the mindset of the meal.”

“And your mind has such juicy losses. So. Much. Guilt.”

He chuckled and wagged a finger in amusement.

"Now where does a traveling space man in a box hear such wonderful words?"

"Bye-bye, Bluey. Until we meet again!"

"What a smart running child you are. Clever, clever creature, looking for children in trouble. Never again with their own."

He drooled as he dragged a clawed hand against the TARDIS as it scratched the outside.

"Never had the chance to feast on an old box like this before.

So much filling."

He chuckled. "ME TOO, DOCTOR!

I'll just sit and wait to watch your next friend get sent back in time... Or get chased by a scary monster in space! Maybe I can CATCH THEM before the grand finale and have myself dinner and a show!"

"LONELY TRAVELER IN THEIR LONELY BOX!

BLUE ON THE OUTSIDE!

BLUE ON THE INSIDE!"

||: I mean after the finale of Derry, I feel obligated to.

||: This is why Pennywise doesn’t fight Batman

||: I mean Bruce EARNED his Sinestro Corps ring so absolutely.

The clown patted the man’s head lightly, cackling to itself.

“Poor Leo, just wanting to belong.

So little friends, so much to lose.

How tasty taste they must have!”

A music box played nearby, the beat slightly off tune and its tone gradually getting deeper.

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