Pity these poor lads, condemned to
suffer so. **sniff** I know I always died a little bit inside when I was giving a lecture and this kept happening to me.
[A slight tear cascades down the bridge of the Doctor's nose] When faced with such situations, I'd always pause, a deep sadness welling in my heart, and ask myself, "What would
He do?" And then I'd find the strength-- and, nay, the courage-- to carry on, my suffering so meagre next to His. After all, He shimmied for our sins, and He didn't let that C-cup pass from Him. **sniff** We all, alas, have our cross-your-hearts to bear. In Jones' name. Amen.
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