TRAPPED IN A BOX

[mentoring]

❒Trapped in a Box Meme❒
➀ Post with your muse
➁ When someone replies, play out how it would be to be trapped in a small box with said replyer
➂ Reply to others for personal space invading fun with occasional box rolling
➃ Have fun with it!

For a good general idea, here's a link.

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Re: Eleventh Doctor | Doctor Who

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Stuck in blue police box that's not bigger on the inside with...an intergalactic terrorist who has two heads and just about a single brain between the both of them. What would you like to bet that he's to blame for the current state of your ride?

Scrad very slowly points at the small identical head hovering sheepishly over his shoulder.]

He did it.

[aintno_grave]

Well. [The Doctor's busy studying the blue box with the little moving space they have.]

At least I've got you in a police box!

[Yeah, sure. That totally makes up for being stuck in a non-time traveling, blue, police box with an intergalactic terrorist that smells vaguely like hamburgers.]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Hamburgers are delicious. Earth knows what to do with a cow. Scrad whines:]

C'mon man, you don't gotta turn us in.

[And from over his shoulder, Charlie adds:]

Be a buddy!

[Really, it was only a little spying. And kidnapping. Aiding in the takeover of MIB headquarters. And he was there when she killed "Ben". ...Assaulting Will Smith. And back on his homeplanet he has a looooot of unpaid parking tickets.]

Look, you don't understand: she was gonna kill us and make us watch!

[aintno_grave]

Oh, I'm well aware of death threats and being forced against your will. But, you still could have -- I don't know, given the Judoon a ring, call up the Shadow Proclamation, even drop me a dime. While I don't doubt the competence of MIB and their agents, I'm sure that if you didn't have the means to contact, they would have, y'know.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Deported us. Any of you would have deported us. And that's if we didn't get eaten first.

[Scrad slumps sulkily against the side of the TARDIS.]

Besides, we had a good thing goin'.

[Five years on Earth with almost nothing to do but watch TV: bliss. And Charlie insists, in his slightly higher, Bronx-ier voice:]

We never thought she'd actually show. We always figured, you know, the princess was in another castle.

[...Also they played a lot of video games. But seriously everybody: stop leaving your important crap all over Earth; Earth is not responsible for lost or stolen objects.]

[aintno_grave]

[He frowns and, briefly, pauses in his studies.]

I wouldn't have deported you.

[Poor delusional Scrad and Charlie.]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad snorts and Charlie says:]

Yeah, right.

[Just in case you thought Scrad meant he needed a hankie, or something.]

[aintno_grave]

[The Doctor glances up at them for a moment before continuing with his studies.]

Mm, not buying it then? Well, I suppose my kindness and generosity obviously doesn't sell as much books as my wrath and stoicism does.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[It's highly probable these two have never read a book that didn't come with the surname "comic". Scrad looks unconvinced.]

Yeaaaaaah. Can't say we heard anything about that...

[And despite appearances, they actually are pretty skilled at gathering information. And Grand Theft Auto (mostly only the game).]

On the other hand: you haven't shot us yet.

[Sometimes, Charlie likes to cut through the bull and just say what everyone is thinking. Unfortunately, Charlie is usually the only everyone thinking it.]

[aintno_grave]

Then obviously, you've been getting your information wrong about me.

[He looks up at him them, his face flat.]

I hate guns. I hate the unfair advantage and the destruction it has.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

And we hate getting shot!

[The only shooting they do is with a PS2 controller. They aren't even big on seeing the other side get roughed up. Just not that sort of minion.]

[aintno_grave]

Mayhaps you should get out of this 'getting-shot-at' business, then?

[That's the Doctor's business, forte, style, lark, way of life... and, boy, it doesn't get any easier after the millionth time.]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Trust me: we'd love to.

[And they really would. They didn't set out from the homeworld intent on living a life of crime, but one bad crowd later, and suddenly you've got a rap sheet and a sociopathic Kylothian on your speed dial. In space: these things happen.]

[aintno_grave]

It helps if you don't mix and mingle with people who do.

[twoheadsofcabbage]

Hey, a guy's gotta make a living somehow. In case you haven't noticed, I've got mouths to feed.

[Only one stomach, but that's not important.]

[aintno_grave]

And are you willing to trade your life, your freedom for sloth and gluttony?

[Slow down there preacher.]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Scrad scratches Charlie's head.]

You lost us.

[aintno_grave]

How 'bout this?

[The Doctor stops at a corner of the box.]

Stop hanging around bad people for a living and you won't get in trouble.

[He pushes open the door.]

[twoheadsofcabbage]

[Charlie's head snakes in the direction of the door. Scrad keeps an eye on the Doctor.]

That's...it?

[aintno_grave]

Well, this isn't my blue box now, is it?

[twoheadsofcabbage]

You will not regret this.

[You might regret this. Just not today.]