And so the Flower People of Blargon 7 decided that they loved Benedict Cumberbatch more than anything else in the galaxy, and unanimously voted to make him their Perpetual Emperor of Fragrant Loveliness. To which he shrugged modestly and responded: “Oh crumpets.”
[Original picture from here, with thanks and apologies!]
Now all I have to do is think of an actual storyline, write a script, blackmail sweet-talk Benedict Cumberbatch into signing on, and train a thousand otters to do exactly what I tell them. How hard can it be…?
There has been some needless speculation about Gillian Anderson in recent days, so I thought it was time for an exclusive report that contains EXACTLY as much truth and relevance as the tabloid press version. Or possible even MORE!