The Doctor strolls away, still chatty. (One theatre in the Seven Years' War, for which Reinette was popularly blamed -- you say "Hillary," I think "Eleanor," women who were so offensively smart and canny that they were accused of keeping their husbands' dicks in plastic jars backlit with halogen, instead of being appreciated for adding to the sum total of wisdom or perspective in a world that needs all of both it can fucking get -- was the Pomeranian War. Which is what Ten reminds me of, a lot of the time.) "Do you know what they were scanning Reinette's brain for? Her milometer," he giggles. "They wanna know how old she is. Know why? 'Cause this ship is thirty-seven years old. And they think that when Reinette is thirty-seven, when she's complete, then her brain will be compatible. So, that's what you're missing, isn't it? Hmm? Command circuit. Your computer. Your ship needs a brain. And for some reason -- God knows what -- only the brain of Madame de Pompadour will do." We are the same. "The brain is compatible," says one of the tick-tocks the Doctor's nattering at. "'Compatible'? If you believe that, you probably believe this is a glass of wine." He pours his glass into the beast's clockwork, ripping off its mask and wig and then replacing it when he's done. The clockwork winds down, and Rose leans back again, this time in relief. The Doctor's eyes instantly clear to their normal sparkly bad-ass setting: "Multigrain anti-oil. If it moves, it doesn't." He shuts down the rest of them with some fast lever work, and releases his Companions with the screwdriver. They slide down the tables onto the floor. "Time we got the rest of the ship turned off," says the Doctor. Mickey asks if the tick-tocks are safe now, and the Doctor pushes the necktie down and the sunglasses up and it's like the sun coming out from behind a cloud of multigrain anti-sexy. "Yep. Safe. Safe and thick. Way I like them. Okay, all the time windows are controlled from here. I need to close them all down. Zeus plugs. Where are my Zeus plugs? I had them a minute ago, I was using them as castanets." The difference between giddy and manic is sometimes hard to see when daiquiris get involved. Well, rum drinks, I should say, since daiquiris are disgusting.
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