More Markov-Chained Dicks-o-Matics
Jestingone
Here’s some more DicksJumble. I trimmed the source text down to just the
descriptive passages and this is what I got...
“Jamie was a large, brightly lit, ultra-modern control room, with a slight
tendency towards overweight. Beneath the mop of curly hair, the face was round,
full-lipped and sensual, with a gentle, rather comical face, and a shock of
untidy black hair. He was very much older. He wore the dress of an old police
box materialized out of place. Inside the laboratory of the police box was an
impossibly large control room, dominated by a sprig of celery...”
“In his present form he was very kind, in his sixties, though in reality he was
male and she was very fond of him. But he did seem to have a knack of wandering
into the little scanner screen, almost hopping up and down until it reached the
eminence, unwanted though it was, of Lord High President of Gallifrey.”
“Sarah looked thoughtfully at him. At times like this, she realized she knew
very little about the Doctor, who she said was her grandfather.”
“They had seen many wonders, and undergone many strange adventures. Such is the
adaptability of the TARDIS. (The Doctor had brought her a number of rather
nerve-shattering experiences. But despite her initial timidity, she was female.
Probably he just had a rather sheltered upbringing.”
“There were three people in the mistaken belief that it was bigger on the
outside.”
“...a very tall, very angry man sprang out. He was wearing an old black coat,
and a shock of untidy black hair. He was very much older. He wore check
trousers, a frock-coat and a long black tie. He had flowing white hair and an
open-necked shirt. The whole ensemble was finished off with a mysterious
traveler through Time and Relative Dimensions In Space. Then had begun to seem
more and more like a kind of velvet trouser-suit with elaborately puffed
sleeves. Her name was Nyssa, and she came originally from a planet called
Earth. Inwardly it was slowly coming to a life of Space/Time travel. Though
they still hoped to see their home worlds again. Nyssa had left Traken after
the tragic death of her time, had had a rather sheltered upbringing. Her
travels with the Doctor seemed to be growing younger rather than older. In his
present form he was very fond of him. But he did himself.”
“He had flowing white hair and a very long time ago, they had followed her
home. To their amazement, they had now adjusted to a halt. “
“The Doctor had been a bit of a Victorian antique dealer, who had lost his life
during a terrifying adventure with the occasional rumblings of thunder. A
square blue police box with a slight tendency towards overweight. Beneath the
mop of curly hair, the face was round, full-lipped and sensual, with a
battered, broad-rimmed hat jammed onto a tangle of curly hair. An
extraordinarily long scarf was wound round his neck. He shook his fist at the
lowering night sky and shouted, ‘All right! Come on out! Just show yourselves,
I dare you!’ A slender, dark-haired girl followed him out of nowhere, and
suddenly a rather slight, fair-haired young man and a proud, imperious face,
with more than a touch of ruthless cunning. The three others were more ordinary
in appearance.”
“Suddenly the police box was an impossibly large control room, dominated by a
sprig of celery in the TARDIS’s guidance circuitry. Although it could travel in
Space and Time. In return they expected him to discover that it was all the
time to be growing younger rather than older.”
Jestingone
Here’s just a few more (this time returning to the full source text):
"He heard again the hated voice of his sudden charming smiles."
"There was the Valeyard. A Special Prosecutor working directly for the beast!"
"The remaining Doctor gave a self-satisfied sniff, as if he’d known the answer
all along. ‘I don’t want to boast, my friends,’ he said loftily, ‘but that
might have made Joseph himself feel a pang of envy."
"...the TARDIS had many extraordinary qualities, but accuracy of steering did
not appear to be erratic."
"Clashing violently with the Doctor seemed to strike him."
"‘Well!’ said Tegan. For once she was female."
"It was a tall, lean man shot out of an old TV set in a tangle of shattered
hull plates and twisted girders."
"The Brigadier allowed a note of reproach to enter his voice -- ‘I was just on
my way to end an existence of misery and pain."
"Yon great hairy beastie is the adaptability of the words Police Box inscribed
above its door."
"RETURN TO TERROR Through the ruin of a tall, lean man shot out of place.
Inside the police box, of the helmet, his head sank beneath the grimy waters.
This was no time to be brooding... waiting."
"He raised his hand to knock, changed his mind, like a log or a stone, making
no attempt to save himself. Dragged down by the mental energy of so many
distinguished Time Lords."
"Extremism in the pursuit of comedy is no vice." -- Stan Freberg
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EDMONTON, AB
Eva W Jacobus
He really seems to have a bit of a thing for full-lipped and sensual
people with sheltered up-bringings who are, in reality, male or female.
--Eva