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pointless (but fun) consumerism
I haven't ever really understood why people would buy figurines of their favourite characters. Until now...
Now, there's a box for sale at my local game shop, with all eleven incarnations of the Doctor. With their own little sonic screwdrivers!
I could have them all standing around having a party and arguing about wibbly wobbly timey wimeyness!
I could set up a battle, with half on one side and half on the other, all using their screwdrivers to out-sonic each other!
I could stand them all over my bookcase, and have Ten lecturing the others on the dangers of carnivorous shadows!
I could empty out my Tardis pencil box, and the Doctors could fly it round the room!
I could swap their accessories and have Nine wearing Four's scarf!
*WANTS*
Now, there's a box for sale at my local game shop, with all eleven incarnations of the Doctor. With their own little sonic screwdrivers!
I could have them all standing around having a party and arguing about wibbly wobbly timey wimeyness!
I could set up a battle, with half on one side and half on the other, all using their screwdrivers to out-sonic each other!
I could stand them all over my bookcase, and have Ten lecturing the others on the dangers of carnivorous shadows!
I could empty out my Tardis pencil box, and the Doctors could fly it round the room!
I could swap their accessories and have Nine wearing Four's scarf!
*WANTS*