[Narvin tries to process the question, his eyebrows raised and mouth hanging open. That. Was probably something that nobody has ever asked any Time Lord about before.
Processing...
...processing...
Nope. All mental systems crashing. Instead of a blue screen of death, Narvin's brain failure results in a red face of death as a blush spreads across his cheeks.
Reboot.]
We got rid of navels.
[He doesn't know why he said that. Back to trying to answer the question like a proper detached adult.]
But all the rest is still there and still...ah...mostly standard.
no subject
Processing...
...processing...
Nope. All mental systems crashing. Instead of a blue screen of death, Narvin's brain failure results in a red face of death as a blush spreads across his cheeks.
Reboot.]
We got rid of navels.
[He doesn't know why he said that. Back to trying to answer the question like a proper detached adult.]
But all the rest is still there and still...ah...mostly standard.