Suffragette City
Wembley. FA Cup Final.
The Tenth Doctor sat down in his seat, three rows from the front, and adjacent to the half way line.
Nothing interesting happened for a while. Its football (soccer), so of course the action on the field was dull. In the stands, it wasn't that exciting either.
70 minutes into the game. The Tenth Doctor returns to his seat, carrying a cup of hot chips covered in tasty tomato sauce. Yum yum! On the field, one of the footballers dived to the ground, hoping to gain a free kick. Tenny pointed at the player and roared his disapproval. The being beside the Doctor, a small Sontaran named Strax, took this moment of distraction to lean to his side and pour a little bit of powder over Dr Who's chips. Unaware of Strax's deviousness, the Doctor ate the chips.
Almost immediately he knew something was wrong. Strax started chuckling to himself. Suddenly the Doctor became aware that a Sontaran was sitting beside him.
"You!!" he cried, remembering Strax from his encounters with Genghis Khan.
Laughing, Strax leapt to his feet and ran on the field. The Doctor jumped the railings, dodged the guards, and followed Strax onto the field. He was going to get revenge for what Strax put on his chips.
The Doctor reached the middle of the field. Everyone in the stadium was watching the intruder. He paused, feeling 180,000 eyes on him. And felt his bowels react. With a loud SPLLIIIIIUUUUUT, a litre of diarrhea flowed out of his bum. In front of everyone at the ground, and in front of a huge television audience. He had pooed his pants on the grandest stage of them all.
The TARDIS materialised, and out stepped Dr Who #3 Jon Pertwee. Strax entered the TARDIS.
"And that's why you need to take better care of your inner space," instructed Jon, who went back inside the TARDIS and dematerialised.
The Tenth Doctor was too embarrassed to move. With the wisdom of Jon Pertwee ringing in his ears, Tenny sat in his puddle of diarrhea and waited for the security guards to escort him out of Wembley Stadium.
The Tenth Doctor sat down in his seat, three rows from the front, and adjacent to the half way line.
Nothing interesting happened for a while. Its football (soccer), so of course the action on the field was dull. In the stands, it wasn't that exciting either.
70 minutes into the game. The Tenth Doctor returns to his seat, carrying a cup of hot chips covered in tasty tomato sauce. Yum yum! On the field, one of the footballers dived to the ground, hoping to gain a free kick. Tenny pointed at the player and roared his disapproval. The being beside the Doctor, a small Sontaran named Strax, took this moment of distraction to lean to his side and pour a little bit of powder over Dr Who's chips. Unaware of Strax's deviousness, the Doctor ate the chips.
Almost immediately he knew something was wrong. Strax started chuckling to himself. Suddenly the Doctor became aware that a Sontaran was sitting beside him.
"You!!" he cried, remembering Strax from his encounters with Genghis Khan.
Laughing, Strax leapt to his feet and ran on the field. The Doctor jumped the railings, dodged the guards, and followed Strax onto the field. He was going to get revenge for what Strax put on his chips.
The Doctor reached the middle of the field. Everyone in the stadium was watching the intruder. He paused, feeling 180,000 eyes on him. And felt his bowels react. With a loud SPLLIIIIIUUUUUT, a litre of diarrhea flowed out of his bum. In front of everyone at the ground, and in front of a huge television audience. He had pooed his pants on the grandest stage of them all.
The TARDIS materialised, and out stepped Dr Who #3 Jon Pertwee. Strax entered the TARDIS.
"And that's why you need to take better care of your inner space," instructed Jon, who went back inside the TARDIS and dematerialised.
The Tenth Doctor was too embarrassed to move. With the wisdom of Jon Pertwee ringing in his ears, Tenny sat in his puddle of diarrhea and waited for the security guards to escort him out of Wembley Stadium.