Doctor Who: The Game Of Death

Script of the movie
While the 11th Doctor is regenerating, it is interupted suddenly.

Doctor: Oh well. It seems I won't have to regenerate after all!

Clara: Oh Doctor, you're alive!

Clara hugs him while he pushes buttons and pulls levers.

Doctor: We're going past the end of the universe!

Clara holds onto the TARDIS console and it lands.

Doctor: We are on the planet Shakkka9. Nice planet, I personally think Shakkka8 is better. No, wait, Shakka10 is the best! Went there on an Acdemy trip once. Nice place. Shakkka10, a planet where I was a hippie, a teenager of 270. When you're 270, I'll take you there. Hang on, humans die around 95. I'll take you when you're 95 then! Looking forward to that!

Clara: Is Shakkka9 a dangerous planet?

Doctor: Yes well, the've had three one hundred year wars here, and Shakkkas 1 to 7 crashed into them and once the four suns burnt around a gazillion people! And my girlfriend got pregnant on the trip when we were teenagers. Not much really!

Clara: OK!

Doctor: Lets explore!

The Doctor and Clara are soon at a pub.

Doctor: I'll take the bubbly, fizzy, choclate sprayed, central heated, so hot you could explode, dipped in butter, coffee please!

Clara: Err... what he's having!

Doctor: Clara! That sort of thing could kill a human! And a mutant. And those five billion eyed peacemakers we met last week. And a shnower. And anything else but a Time Lord.

Clara: I'll have the spreading, icey, freezing, every type of cold drink, tea.

Three minutes later, a waitreres brings out thier drinks.

The Doctor takes his at normal speeed, while Clara slowly takes her drink.

Doctor: This drink is good! I'm going to order another pint.

Clara: This drink is freezing... BUT NICE! TEN MORE GLASSES OF IT PLEASE HANDSOME!

Doctor: MORE OF MY DRINK TOO SMUDGYS!

Eight hours later, the Doctor and Clara are still drinking and dancing.

Clara: MORE OF EVERY DRINK I'VE HAD TODAY WAITRESS! ALL 1,000,000!

Doctor: Hey! You're too not drunk! WATCH THIS!

The Doctor strips all his colthes off, apart from his underpants.

Clara: I can can do that!

She rips her colthes off apart from her underwear.

Clara slides down the pub table, grabbing everyone's drink.

Doctor: I'M GOING TO DRINK A STALE MUG OF HOT,TENDER,SWEEET,FLAMABLE,DANGEROUS LICKARID!

Guys at the pub: Drink the lickarid!

TBC.