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Originally Posted by ShortNCuddlyAm
Granted. Unfortunately the costs of hiring VR leave Aunty so strapped for cash that they turn to the residents of The Lounge to write the script.
Oh hang on a sec...
I wish that actually happened...
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Granted. The next series of Dr Who sees the Doctor continually battling hordes of llamas, pandas, mutant squirrels and space-going squids. His new assistant is called Vera, his Tardis turns into an unidentified SeaPlane, and his sonic screwdriver is replaced by a pair of socks with attitude. The Master becomes an evil chocolate baron (and gets eaten), the cybermen are replaced by screaming children, the daleks turn into Eurovision Song Contestants, and no story line stays consistent for more than two minutes before randomly diverting into pictures of cute kittens like some inferior You've Been Framed. The ratings plummet and Dr Who is cancelled part way through the series.
I wish I had an excuse to open that bottle of Rivesaltes Ambre Hors d'age Tradicio 1982 that is chilling in the fridge.