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All Time Lords welcome! Not that I'm expected any to come, I'm probably the last of the Time Lords so I can pretty much put anything here. SO SHICKA SHICKA BANG BANG TALK TALK TALK NAPOLEON DYNAMITE MACHU PICCHU. Time Lords are expected to follow the standard procedures of wearing their Academy colored robes. I am a Prydonian so I will wear my red robes. I also once knicked the red robes with the golden outlines. Renegades shall go to the Zero Room to meet with me and compare our old Tardises and all that we have missed on Gallifrey since we were gone. Thank you and have a great time.

  I offer you a chance to travel with me through time.

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks;

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go;

My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare

As any she belied with false compare.

BITE ME ALEN BUOY!