“Doctor!” You yell at the Time Lord as he sticks his fingers into the cookie dough. You slap his hand away.
The Doctor gives you a pitiful pout and turns back to the kitchen table, where he pulls out a chair and sits down. He crosses his arms over his chest and sighs.
“It's only a little! It's not like it's going to hurt anyone!” The Doctor throws his hands up into the air for emphasis.
“You can wait!” You playfully shout at him.
Thinking back on it, you can remember exactly how you had met this strange and wonderful man. It had gone somewhat like this:
You are walking down your street towards your home. The sun is just setting, casting a rather beautiful orange and purple glow across the street. Your hands are stuffed into your pockets as you take quick, short steps. Suddenly, a huge explosion takes place before your eyes. A strange metal creature with a plunger and an eggbeater pops up in front of you. You gasp in astonishment and take a