List (two things can make a list, can't they) of things various characters seem to pull out of their asses in the Torchwood finale:

- the shovel. I'm not going to go into how hard it must be to dig a perfectly square grave whose walls wouldn't collapse onto themselves, I've only seen grave diggers in action twice and I'd rather not recall either ( Read more... )

The Jester struck his baton against the floor once and the chime-sounding head representing himself lit like the midday's sun. He raised the baton in front of his face, his own puppet representation at the top frozen in a large smile catching his eye for a moment. All he could see was walls surrounding him, tall, moist and dead-cold. And no light ( Read more... )

The Jester was sad today; the pointlessness of it all made him turn his smile. All alone, on the stairs - the stairs to the Lord and his Lady's quarters - he sat, holding his head in his hands and hoping for a little spark to light up his day ( Read more... )

Here i am, the Court's Jester Zero.
Pushed and pulled and prodded and ordered. Here to amuse you... or not.

I drop my hat, the little bells my only soundtrack, and smile for you.

Now you smile for me too.