Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.
27 March 2005
A test of the Emergency Broadcast System
This was only a test. If it had been an actual emergency, you would have been told to put your head between your legs and kiss your arse goodbye. In which case you might want to seek help.
Or try to get the Tardis away from wherever you are now...
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