Even for the Doctor
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realitywar_drwhvs"....Yeah?" Scribble nodded slowly, not fully understanding what made it so confusing. It was confusing, really confusing, but Atoc had seemed so... competent just a second ago.
...Wait, no. Competent wasn't the right word, was it? That's rude. what.
"I don't understand what the problem is...." Scribble coughed, the pony trying to draw everyone's attentions. "But, uh, yeah. Mr. Thompson is right. Why don't we continue this conversation inside...?"
He looked over the group. And then glanced back at the lightpost a little ways away.
"...It's better then standing out here at the door the whole time."
...Wait, no. Competent wasn't the right word, was it? That's rude. what.
"I don't understand what the problem is...." Scribble coughed, the pony trying to draw everyone's attentions. "But, uh, yeah. Mr. Thompson is right. Why don't we continue this conversation inside...?"
He looked over the group. And then glanced back at the lightpost a little ways away.
"...It's better then standing out here at the door the whole time."
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