082 Doctor Who (The Face Of Evil)
Dear 500 Year Old Diary It’s been an odd sort of day. For no apparent reason, I suddenly sprouted lots of extra invisible heads. I took them to the nearest jungle planet where they could roam free in the wild, unfortunately they started to eat everyone in a team-building survival course. The only woman in the group - who got lost on her way to a Xena: Warrior Princess lookee-likee competition - got all up in my face, calling me evil. The cheek of it! I tried to get on their good side with some jelly babies but it turned out that a man with a glove on his head had no sense of fun and convinced the others that they must attack God (who looks like me and lives in my throat) and The Evil One (who also looks like me and lives in my throat). I had to follow them of course and, would you believe it, I found three weirdo’s in a lift down there. I managed to cough them all up eventually and left the planet as soon as possible. I’m all out of lozenges as well. I’ll look for some on that planet with all the robots. Robots are never any trouble. . .