[Salone]

Originally Posted by Lawtan

But then the Time Lords come...
They are tall, in dark suits,
Wearing the blood-red bow of horrors past,
Their hair, oh mercy, of rotting wood,
Their eyes, so merry at the sight of blood,
"Allonsy!" They cry to make you fry,
"Geronimo!" to drive your corpse home,
Beware, their blue box of doom!

...They come...

...I'm not entirely sure where the segue is here, or where it can proceed from there. So we'll just give you a clean bill of health and call the bill dealt with.