No. Don’t tell us. We really don’t want to know.
Inspired by an excellent comment made by insaneisjustanotherword on a reblog.
"A pair of interspecies, victorian crime-solving Lesbians? I can’t even tell you what I’m thinking right now."
The Doctor: I don’t know where we’re going but my old hand’s very excited about it!
Donna: I thought that was just some freaky alien thing! You telling me it’s yours?
The Doctor: Well…
Martha: It got cut off. He grew a new one!
Donna: You are completely… impossible!
The Doctor: Not impossible, just… a bit unlikely!
The Doctor: Of course I’m OK, I’m always OK, I’m the king of OK. Oh, that’s a rubbish title, forget that title.
Dr Moon: Shall we go down to the river?
Cut: they are by the river.
Donna (confused) You said “river” and suddenly we’re feeding ducks!
Amy: It’s a duck pond.
The Doctor: Why aren’t there any ducks?
Amy: I don’t know. There’s never any ducks.
The Doctor:Then how do you know it’s a duck pond?
Amy: It just is. Is it important, the duck pond?
The Doctor: I don’t know. Why would I know?
Maybe it’s connected.
Or maybe I should find something more useful to do.