Lynda comes close to tears, and the Doctor calls back indolently over the back of the sofa that it's just a game show, and that Crosbie will make a fortune on the outside. Lynda reacts like he just said that to an American Idol fan: "What the fuck do you mean by that?" Only, you know, sweet. Crosbie trembles, still not through the door. Lynda and Strood dash back and crouch on the edge of the sofa, watching in fear. The Doctor sighs and stretches, and they watch Crosbie stand, terrified, in the white room. "Well, what are they waiting for?" the Doctor laughs. "Why don't they just let her go?" Lynda begs him to stop: "It's not funny." Big Brother counts down the "eviction," and a bolt of energy zaps Crosbie on her feet. ZZZAP! (Here's a list I made on a piece of scratch paper: "Hardy, Josh and Chiara, Man-Troll, Nathan, Robert, Scott and Jase, Diane, Cappy and Fucking Ivette." Try and figure out what it's a list for!) Strood explains to the Doctor that it was, Excellently enough, a disintegrator beam, and the Doctor's thrown for a loop. Lynda describes it, somewhat dramatically, as eviction "...from LIFE!"
Episode Report CardJacob Clifton: A | 1102 USERS: B-
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