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No matter how many regenerations happen, there will always be that one uneasy feeling that'll never fail to succumb every time. It's just difficult to get used to. Drowsy. Sleepy. Ecstatic. Dizzy. Euphoric. With all of those at once—undoubtedly—maneuvering a god-knows-how-old time machine from a long gone civilization is going to be no easy feat.
The Doctor tried to stand straight, flicked random levers, pushed buttons in an oddly specific order of the electromagnetic spectrum, all while holding a microphone from 1950s Earth.
"Alright, boys, time check, it is I-don't-know-what-time-it-is PM!" She hiccupped. "Excuse me, years of unsupervised time travel made me really lose my sense of temporal passing."
The cloister bell rang. Along with that, her voice reverberated all over the poor TARDIS. Well, not just the TARDIS; she made it so that she'll transmit all sounds made for everyone to hear via radio waves.
In simple words, she started her own radio station in spite.
"Today, tonight—or tomorrow—or yesterday, you're listening, will listen, or listened to my radio channel," she yelled, voice cracking, "and after that introduction, I am going to play a really banger playlist that you'll just have to deal with!"
She pressed a button. It's fascinating that she even located the right button, knowing that the console is in shambles with smoke and sparks coming out of it.
"All honesty, I don't know what I just clicked!" Her voice cracked again. "Girl, surprise me."
Then, 'One Way Ticket' covered by Eruption blasted all over the TARDIS.
Choo, choo, train a-trackin' down a track.
All on beat to the song from Earth, the Doctor spun and ran around the TARDIS. Despite the comically large outfit of her most recent incarnation making every movement dangerous and difficult, she sprinted every single staircase in the main control room—her body filled to the brim with whatever alien version of adrenaline do Time Lords have.
Gotta travel on, ain't never coming back.
The cloister bell rang again.
"Oy, you angry girl, I'm trying to start a hopefully successful radio channel, please kindly tune it down!"
Ooh-ooh, got a one way ticket to the blues.
Then, the TARDIS materialized, making a screeching sound.
"Oh-ho-ho! Did you hear that, boys? I've arrived to my what-destination!" she said with a cheeky smile, her voice cracked again. "I don't know where, I don't even remember pulling down the lever! Oh, I like mysteries. Big mystery fan me. Love a good whodunnit. I think I've met, uh, wasps. Vespula vulgaris. Wasp. Wasps. Wa . . . Agatha Christie! Magnificent woman. Also, have I told you about 'The Valley of Fear' by Sherlock—no, Arthur Conan Doyle? That's right. Right. No, no, no, Sherlock is the character. Mister Doyle is the author."
She strutted down the path towards the door and flung it open. Her eyes scanned the environment that the TARDIS took her to. "I see . . . balloons. Big big. Big ball-y bright balloons."
Then, in front of her, there's a tarpaulin with a familiar greeting.
" 'Welcome time travelers'? Oh! How kind! Welcome to you too, whoever you are," she said. "Hold on, I know you. I've always wanted to see you, wonderful man. Hey, listeners, I've just met Professor Stephen Hawking. I think I'm starstruck!"
The Doctor just attended a party made to disprove time travelling. Well, she knows that mankind's hypothesis about time travelling will be disproved in the future, anyway. But alas, so much for the number one rule of not disrupting significant historical events.
Choo, choo, train a-trackin' down a track.
She crumpled her newly regenerated face. "Uh, really, 'listeners'? Such a boring word. How am I supposed to be popular if I have said such a boring word?"
Gotta travel on, ain't never coming back.
Then, the TARDIS screeched again, threatening to leave the Doctor behind. "Oy, girl, you're not leaving without me sunshine," she said and ran inside. The Doctor turned around one last time and said, "Adios!"
Ooh, ooh, got a one way ticket to the blues.