"That... depends on whether I survive," she says, her face grim. "All you stupid little humans think about is expanding, exploring, having adventures. Believe me, if the universes worked that way I'd be doing it too. You all make such a mess with your 'playthings' and then you just walk away. Children, the lot of you. But you never stop to wonder: who's going to have to clean this all up? Well the answer to that, is... me. The 'janitor' of the universes, if you will. But, as it happens, mess leads to more mess. Like when you step on a Lego, it hurts. Sometimes it cuts your foot. And you know what you need then? A doctor. And that's who I am, the Doctor. I help people. And as doctors run the risk of infecting themselves with disease, I run the risk of loosing my life for others. But I'm okay with that. They deserve to live. They need me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do." d r o p t h e m i c hhhh that was such a 11th Doctor speech. I'm not even kidding- this was in the Thieves rp btw - you can find the studio in my "Studios I'm Following" section on my profile :3 yes, my oc is basically the Doctor. One of the ones... Before. Y'know-?
