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Anonymous: How are you and Amy going? | We’re alright. As alright as we can be after something like that competition, or whatever the bloody hell it was. I know that we have a lot to talk about, and that will come eventually. And Amy’s been quite a bit more…affectionate ever since.
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Anonymous: Psh, how is The Last Centurian not a hero? |
All I did was protect the woman I love. |
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Anonymous: Do you miss your dad, Brian? | How can I not? He’s my dad. He doesn’t even know where we are now. I just hope he’s okay.
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Anonymous: You're a hero, Rory Williams. | Now you’re just flattering me. I’m far from a hero.
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Anonymous: Has anyone ever told you how unfairly adorable you are? | Not really, no. But thank you.
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Thankyou, Amy.
And then in hell after that, Chuck.
Shut up!
Rory, please, just leave it. He isn’t worth this, okay?
And here’s a question for you, Rory: How did you manage to get her as your wife? I mean, looking at the two of you, it’s evident that she clearly settled for second best.
Oh, Bond over there is so much fun. He’s just angry because little ol’ Charlie made him promise not to kill me. He’s no clue what he’s in for.
That is none of your business. And it doesn’t matter. I love her, she loves me. That is all you need to know.
Let’s go, Amy. Before I get the urge to go grab my sword out of the TARDIS.
That we have but who am I to deny myself the little pleasures in life?
If you’re fine, Amy, I might take my leave because if I stay any longer this fucker is getting a bullet through his skull and I promised someone I wouldn’t kill him.
Rory!
I-I…yeah, go ahead, James. Get out of here before you get into more trouble, okay? Th-thank you.
Oh, Amy, has anyone ever told your husband that he’s an intrusive little fuck?
Goodbye, Bond. I have this feeling that we’ll meet again soon.
I may be intrusive, but I’m her husband. It’s my job to protect her.
And step back while you’re at it.
Oh my God!
R-Rory, thank Gods..
Shit! Bond again…haven’t we been through this once before?
And let me guess, you’re the husband? Amy, you’re just so popular here, aren’t you? Those legs and that pretty face have got the majority of the guys in the Roadhouse fawning over you.
Touch my wife again, and I will kill you myself.
No! I-I’m not going to stick around to keep getting harassed by you! I told you before, I have a husband!
Oh? Well, I don’t see him anywhere around here, do you?
Hey! Let go of my wife!
Wait — sub-clause?! Y-you planned this all out just so Rory and I would get back together?!
Then it wouldn’t have worked now, would it?
Ask no questions, get no lies, Amelia. Now shush, say thankyou, go kiss your husband and shove off my TARDIS - I need to go clean myself and these scratches up.
That was idiotically dangerous, Doctor.
Come on, Amy.
