It appears as if I will be fighting off the Daleks with an iphone, a tile coaster and a bottle of Mexican Coke. It shall be an old-fashioned record player that saves the Tardis. The torn shirt I'm wearing and the shorts with a hole in the butt should make up for what's lacking, though. Not screwed at all. I believe in the MacGyvery power of minimal technology and a sonic screwdriver to survive any situation. (Unless emotions are involved. In those situations the Doctor tends to pretty much screw everyone around him, either by killing them, obliterating their mind, or totally crushing their heart. No iphone or record player's going to fix those issues.)
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