The Doctor Who Chatroom

Very History

{Martha has logged on}

{Martha is bored}

{Martha is waiting expectantly for the usual madness}

Chatroom: Martha, dear, you won't achieve anything like that.

Martha: >.>

Martha: Fair point, chatroom.

{Martha has invited people}

People: AYYYYYY YOOOOOOOOOOO MARTHA SMITH WASUP SISTAHHH

Martha: wait no

Martha: wth???

{Martha has kicked people out}

{Martha has invited more eloquent people}

GeorgeWashington: AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MARTHA SMITH WASUP SISTAHHHH

KingHenry: gor blimey barmy weather out m8s chucking it down

RichUnclePennybags: 2 rich 4 u

Martha: What is going on?

{Nine has logged on}

Martha: Doctor, I think the chatroom is malfunctioning! Or someone's hacked into it or something, I dunno!

Nine: bananas

Martha: What?

KingHenry: WOT M8

Nine:

Nine:

Nine: bananas

Martha: Not you too! Has everyone gone mad?

{Martha has invited Rose}

Rose: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage, thy merit hath my duty strongly knit, to thee I send this written embassage, to witness duty, not to show my wit: duty so great, which wit so poor as mine may make seem bare, in wanting words to show it -----

Martha: What is happening?

{Martha has invited the Doctors}

{Which Doctors, says you}

{Any Doctors, says I}

{It's Ten, Eleven, and Twelve, of course}

Ten: spoopy spoopy spoopy spoopy spoopy spoopy spoopy spoopy

Eleven: vaj tlhe' 'oH qar che'wI' chotwI''e' pIH. 'oH vISov Hoch! majQa' jIvItpu' pa' tlhIngan leghlaHbe'bogh. nuqDaq 'oH clara?

Twelve: piss off

{Twelve has logged off in extreme temper}

Martha: I'm so confused

GeorgeWashington: IT'S GETTIN DICEY ROUND HERE BOISSSS

Nine: bananas

GeorgeWashington: IT AIN'T BEEN DIS DICEY SINCE I SLAM DUNKED THE KING INTO A BARREL OF AMERICAN INDEPENDENCE

KingHenry: alright m8?

{TTD has logged on}

{TTD is surveying this madness with a raised eyebrow}

Martha: Who are you?

TTD: Martha?

Martha: No, that's me. Who are you?

Rose: But that I hope some good conceit of thine in thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it: till whatsoever star that guides my moving, points on me graciously with fair aspect, and puts apparel on my tottered loving, to show me worthy of thy sweet respect -----

Martha: EVERYONE GO AWAY

Everyone: *goes away*

Mulder: Yes, but aliens

Martha: Where did you come from? Hang on -

Eleven: martha chu' toj SoH jIH je tIv je jIH.

Mulder: ALIENS

Scully: no, Mulder, science.

Martha: EVERYONE, PLEASE LEAVE

Everyone: * is frolicking in a field of flowers *

Everyone: * will not leave *

{Martha has kicked all but TTD from the chat}

Martha: Are you behind this, TTD?

TTD: That depends.

Martha: Who are you??

{TTD has changed their name to TheThirteenthDoctor}

TheThirteenthDoctor: I am the future.

{TheThirteenthDoctor has logged off}

Martha:

Martha:

Martha:

Chatroom: You asked for madness, dear.

Martha: I didn't ask for anything.