I DON'T KNOW. Maybe I'm the great sewer messiah and no one's told me yet.
...As far as I know? Knowing my luck, Chicago will explode and they won't let me know about it again.
You know, there's plenty of cake down here. And if you get past the smell, the agrarian system they've got running down here is pretty fabulous. Y'know, if you don't want to stare at manholes for hours at a time...
...actually I was just putting words together in a way that made no sense so you'd spend the entirety of your sewer duration wondering what the hell I meant, but, uh...
I was in the sewers for a few weeks that first time. During that few weeks, Jack Harkness lost his marbles, kidnapped the Doctor, tortured a bunch of people, and went further off the deep end than the Atlantic Ocean.
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I found a Batman. Can I keep it?
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....What?
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I found a Batman. I like him. There's a basement. I can feed him.
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You... Can't keep Batman in our basement. I think there are laws against that.
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Again.
How does this happen to you?
They're at least letting you have your journal this time, right?
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Yep. Totally the sewers. Again.
I DON'T KNOW. Maybe I'm the great sewer messiah and no one's told me yet.
...As far as I know? Knowing my luck, Chicago will explode and they won't let me know about it again.
You know, there's plenty of cake down here. And if you get past the smell, the agrarian system they've got running down here is pretty fabulous. Y'know, if you don't want to stare at manholes for hours at a time...
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...Because that thought had occurred.
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Is there... a trend I ought to know about?
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But I dunno. It could be coincidence.
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No comment.
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You can join me if you want. There's cake.
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Because if I need you, I'm not going to go down into the sewers to get it.
I'll just buy a whore. :)
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....Although you cannot see me, I am pouting. Can you feel the weight of my pout up there, Martha? It's pretty epic.
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Not saying you will, but the last time I went on a sewer-crawl, there were demon flies. BIG sons of bitches.
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