The Doctor's bright grin died on his lips as he looked up at the scorpion in front of them. It reminded him of the creature the Doctor Lazarus had muted himself into, convinced that immortality was worth any price. It certainly looked just as bad tempered.
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The Doctor's bright grin died on his lips as he looked up at the scorpion in front of them. It reminded him of the creature the Doctor Lazarus had muted himself into, convinced that immortality was worth any price. It certainly looked just as bad tempered.
"I think I preferred the riddles."