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[in a table located conspicuously in the middle of the Mess Hall, passersby may notice one (1) Doctor, one (1) Robert Haydn, and one (1) Abel Nightroad. one would assume they are eating. one would be wrong.]
...I'm just saying, you know. I'm not trying to discount your suffering or anything, I'm taking you perfectly seriously --
Still. A pigeon. And -- well. Others. As a result of these circumstances I'm really beginning to feel a deeply personal spiritual deficit. Like someone on high is laughing at my expense. Surely you can understand how troubling that would be for a man who makes his living on believing in a greater good. I wouldn't mind God having a sense of humor, I would just rather it not be so...
So tacky.
((...post-mistletoe despair. HANG WITH US.
EDIT: The Doctor ran off for a haircut and Robert's going to be OTHERWISE PREOCCUPIED in a sec, so it is just me, and I will be slow like a turtle pick up threads in a bit. SORRY GUYS T^T))
...I'm just saying, you know. I'm not trying to discount your suffering or anything, I'm taking you perfectly seriously --
Still. A pigeon. And -- well. Others. As a result of these circumstances I'm really beginning to feel a deeply personal spiritual deficit. Like someone on high is laughing at my expense. Surely you can understand how troubling that would be for a man who makes his living on believing in a greater good. I wouldn't mind God having a sense of humor, I would just rather it not be so...
So tacky.
((...post-mistletoe despair. HANG WITH US.
EDIT: The Doctor ran off for a haircut and Robert's going to be OTHERWISE PREOCCUPIED in a sec, so it is just me, and I will be slow like a turtle pick up threads in a bit. SORRY GUYS T^T))