It's Christmas, Must be Time to Kill a Doctor: 'Doctor Who' Trailer
Seriously, if I was the Doctor (and I’ve got the suit and Converses to step in for Ten any day of the week), I’d avoid Christmas like the plague. You’ve got a time machine, if you’re not going to kill Hitler, at least jump from December 24th to December 26th every year, because the fatality rate of this character on this day is frankly staggering.
Oh, spoiler, the Doctor dies on Christmas. A lot. As Santa’s powers wax, the Doctor’s wane.
Anyway, here’s the new trailer for the Christmas special, which by my advanced Mayan math is less than a week away.
Eh. Running, explosions, dramatic pronouncements. Something happening each and every second is not exciting, it just renders all the movement into stasis, so that it’s not any different than nothing happening at all.
The Doctor is dead, long live the Doctor.
I really hope Clara leaves too. She might talk fast, but she’s got nothing on the fastest temp in Chiswick.
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