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Talking about Doctor!Jon (Mind you, it's fairly long).
  • (Originally me 'n' my friend)
  • Friend: wait if he's a time lord, why would he call himself protonjon?
  • Me: Because he needs a secret sort of identity? So Daleks and Cybermen wouldn't know it's him.
  • Friend: but why make videos on line and post them?
  • Me: ...because he... I don't know. Fuck you he's a Time Lord. He can do whatever he wants.
  • ProtonJon: Why does the Doctor meddle all the time and tell everyone who he is? Because sometimes it's fun to be incredibly brazen about everything.
  • Letsplayhomestuck: So basically Emile would be a fantastic Time Lord.
  • ProtonJon: Emile's more like Matt Smith's first meeting with Young Amy, doing really wacky and zany things for no purpose because he's muddled.
  • Me: ...oh...dear fucking lord. So basically, Emile's a Time Lord.
  • ProtonJon: Oh boy...
  • Me: oh...this is a frightening thing.
  • ProtonJon: Because the world needs an immortal Chuggaaconroy...
  • Me: well, maybe when he regenerates, he won't be as... annoying.
  • ProtonJon: What if he regenerates as a girl? WHAT IF HE REGENERATES AS A GINGER?
  • Me: ...OH MY GOD, SHE'D BE HOT! ;A; FUCK!
  • Letsplayhomestuck: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE HORROR MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP T ^T
  • Me: Oh god, this is fucking hilarious. XD
  • Letsplayhomestuck: (actually shit that'd be hilarious) I'm about to cry of LOL
  • ProtonJon: So apparently Emile is now a female red head time lord...
  • Me: This is such a frightening image. well, there's your female companion!
  • ProtonJon: ....fuck.
  • Letsplayhomestuck: *CHOKED*
  • Me: *falls over laughing* oh god! This is too perfect!
  • ProtonJon: ...can I kill him to change him to something else? ...oh God, if we were Time Lords, that's probably what we'd actually do, just keep killing each other until we got regens the other liked.
  • Me: Y'know, I wouldn't doubt it. Question is, who'd get to that regeneration first?
  • ProtonJon: Hmmm, I dunno. I'd probably do it after hearing one too many stupid jokes, but I could see him just doing it just to mess with me right away
  • Me: ...true. But, you've survived THIS long with him making stupid jokes. Pretty sure they can't get any worse. (he probably would, too.)
  • ProtonJon: I dunno, with a couple hundred years of practice, I'm sure he could find a way. Or is it she now? I lost track a while ago.
  • Me: Get under one's skin with annoyance and stupid jokes. good point. L-let's just stick with he.
  • ProtonJon: Haha, alright then.
  • Me: But, how quickly and easily could you kill a time lord to the point of regenerating? Albeit, it's killing Emile...
  • ProtonJon: *shrug* One good gunshot would really just do the trick. Or a Dalek blaster, or what have you.
  • Me: Good point. *nods* Yes, because either one's REALLY conspicuous when trying to take out a Time Lord. And wouldn't Tim get suspicious if Emile suddenly disappeared/regenerated? Actually, if EITHER of you did.
  • ProtonJon: Yeah, he would, but I have a feeling he'd catch onto what was going on quick.
  • Me: ...good point. Tim's a smart guy.
  • ProtonJon: There's also the fact that regenerating is pretty damn loud and flashy. I doubt he'd miss it happening.
  • Me: *facepalms* I forgot. Oh man. Well, that'd make for an awkward conversation afterwards.
  • ProtonJon: "Jon... what did you do..." "Nothing... Also, please ignore the red head on the floor who is wearing Emile's clothing for some reason."
  • Me: Oh man! Okay, and trying to explain why Emile's got tits and is a red head all of a sudden. OH GOD. *laughs hard*
  • ProtonJon: "It was a tragic, tragic accident, that hopefully she'll forget about by the end of the day." "...this a normal thing?" "Yeah, probably."
  • Me: ...are you writing your own fan fiction there, mister jon?
  • ProtonJon: I'm just saying things that are coming off the top of my head. If they somehow form a coherent story, then that's a plus.
  • Me: True. I'm gonna ask [letsplayhomestuck] to work that in somehow, cause that's just brilliant. *claps*