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Illustration to go with Got Into Trouble, You Know Me Green surf breathed back and forth upon the beige sands. The timelord watched the languid activities of the beach over the brim of his sunglasses, bringing the lip of a cocktail glass to his mouth. He lay on a sun lounger, aberrantly fully-clothed, savouring the taste of banana and lime on his tongue. It was a chore trying to keep his nagging schedule at bay, but The Doctor had practised the knack of avoiding time-related itineraries for the last, ooh, seven-hundred odd years? He waggled his toes inside his red Converse, ignoring the echoing memory of his summons.

Even the TARDIS sensed what was to come. She stretched across all time and spa |D

Art's Fuzzy's.
Doctors belong to the BBC. Sadface.

Description
Illustration to go with Got Into Trouble, You Know Me Green surf breathed back and forth upon the beige sands. The timelord watched the languid activities of the beach over the brim of his sunglasses, bringing the lip of a cocktail glass to his mouth. He lay on a sun lounger, aberrantly fully-clothed, savouring the taste of banana and lime on his tongue. It was a chore trying to keep his nagging schedule at bay, but The Doctor had practised the knack of avoiding time-related itineraries for the last, ooh, seven-hundred odd years? He waggled his toes inside his red Converse, ignoring the echoing memory of his summons.

Even the TARDIS sensed what was to come. She stretched across all time and spa |D

Art's Fuzzy's.
Doctors belong to the BBC. Sadface.