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The tweed jacket, the bow tie, the outdoor, walking boots.
Like a sadistic 1950's Geaogpraphy/Latin teacher, with a point to prove.
It could be great;
'I do not know what you are used to, young lady, but this Doctor does not allow those of the ... fairer, gentler sex into his Tardis.
Rugged peaks are to be scaled!'
Grudging respect would ensue when new assistant saves Matt from a fate at the hands of the Daleks which, arguably, has always been implied by the design of those things.
Don't force me to spell it out. You know what I mean. |
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