Sam cuffed him and let him go, deciding not to worry about the issue of the man’s wildly mutating accent, and turned him over to Hunt.
“Tyler.” Gene stared at him. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but you are a fucking lunatic. Get ‘em all cuffed up and downstairs, now.”
It was surprisingly difficult to restrain him – although he didn’t resist, so to speak, the handcuffs insisted on coming spontaneously unlocked and bouncing across the room - but at length, it was done.
Sam blinked. “Don’t ask me, I’m in a coma.”
“Yes,” said the Doctor patiently, “but you have the keys to their handcuffs.”
Sam Tyler woke up in 2039.
“You see,” said the Doctor, rubbing his hands together, “there’s nothing like a job well done.”
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on 2006-03-22 09:14 pm (UTC)Sam gave up. “You’re nicked."
Sam cuffed him and let him go, deciding not to worry about the issue of the man’s wildly mutating accent, and turned him over to Hunt.
“Tyler.” Gene stared at him. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but you are a fucking lunatic. Get ‘em all cuffed up and downstairs, now.”
It was surprisingly difficult to restrain him – although he didn’t resist, so to speak, the handcuffs insisted on coming spontaneously unlocked and bouncing across the room - but at length, it was done.
Sam blinked. “Don’t ask me, I’m in a coma.”
“Yes,” said the Doctor patiently, “but you have the keys to their handcuffs.”
Sam Tyler woke up in 2039.
“You see,” said the Doctor, rubbing his hands together, “there’s nothing like a job well done.”
You are INSANE.