 Well, there's certainly a lot to get through. Well, let's not waste time. David, would you like to do the honors? Put the first man in car! Hello? Hi, I'm Pete. No, no, no, no. He's not absolutely me. He doesn't even look at me, does it? It is so shite. Look at that. Peter Capaldi. Yeah, my agent told me about this, and I was like, since I'm a fan of the show, give it a go, you know? No, no. No fanboys. Get out. But... No butch, you haggishy and Scotsman. Out. But stop this, too! But the doctor isn't. There you are. The doctor? Yeah, he'd be perfect for the dark storyline they have in mind. Like, there's this one called Heaven's Sin, and one... Shut it off. You're here to pick my successor. You're here to pitch stories. Next. Hello lads and lassies. Really? Too much. I had a couple other ideas, actually. I had a bow tie, I had a tweed jacket, just for a couple examples. As an idea, we kind of look like a college professor type. That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Right, Moff? Yeah, ridiculously stupid. How do you spell tweed? Next! I'll see you in Thor the Dark World, you bastard. Where's Rubbish, who's happened to be? I'm, uh, Q-Jetman. Who now? Uh, Q-Jetman. You know, I play Wolverine. Back to Broadway, I go. Go fuck yourself. Tabots. How did you get here? How did you get through the small doors? I'm here to edit in to be the next doctor. Yeah, because you'll get it. It's like seeing Chris Pratt will be in the next Marvel movie. He's too fat. Next. Where is my wife? Say that again, but like a weenie bitch. Where is my wife? I think we've found our Rory. But I'm only a cleaner who can't find his wife. Well, anyone can make it in show business with a little bit of luck. And your wife's at my house. Yeah, I suppose. Next. Hello, lad. Hey, boss. Who's that? Well, there's our duckling. And I'd like to audition for doctor. Okay, then. Go for it. Sorry, sorry. Thanks, if I don't care. Thanks, dear universe. Oh, you're spaxing. Could you all just stay still and drink with any pants and a dog? Yes.