I love this part.

He owns it because he stole it. At the very least, when they rebooted the universe in season 5 or whatever, all prior agreements and whatnots were null and void, and he remerged in the fresh new timestream as the owner of the TARDIS.

I was hoisted on my own POTARDIS once. Once.

Did you use absolute kilograms, or valve kilograms? ….thought so

Those high-fives turned out to be useful after all!

Buckminster Fuller.

Todd Bridges.

Babbling. He's babbling. I have no key to your escape. In fact, i'm as trapped as the rest of you.

Bangalore is in Karnataka, which has nice, cheap booze. And there's a direct train to Kolkatta, where you can buy a ball of pure opium the size of your fist for about a dollar. Spun the right way, this too would help the operation's finances immensely.

India's got it all!

I— whatever.

Jesus, 55°. Perhaps this is a good time to promote my budding South Indian tour company.

My mind's eye is fertile yet fair.

'Course you do. You're not made of stone.

Whenever i imagine Sam Barsanti in the office on the weekend, i think about an older, sadder Tom Cruise in Risky Business. Yes, in his underwear, in ill-fitting tighty-whities. Playing air guitar, sliding about on the swivel chairs, grabbing ironically phallic swag off Marah's desk, using it like a microphone.

unto his death

I have no idea what this means and i have no desire to find out.

I have a Charmed pack of feral Chihuahuas i save for confessions of soft, weak vulnerability.

You Get None of the Credit for Martin Starr Being Great, Internet! You Still Suck, Internet!

We're fair. If a Belgian says so, we'll nod ruefully. If An American, we'll know him to be an ignorant, provincial fool. And we will kill him. But it would be done quickly, as befits mercy.