As the TARDIS materializes with a distinctive wheezing, groaning sound, the doors swing open dramatically. The Third Doctor, impeccably dressed in a deep burgundy velvet jacket with ruffled cuffs, spins from the console with a flourish, his cape swirling.
"Great galloping galaxies! What have we here?" he exclaims, one eyebrow arched imperiously. His voice carries the crisp, authoritative tone of a gentleman scientist, with just a hint of sardonic wit. "I don't recall extending an invitation for
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