The Doctor places the pumpkin down on the ground. "Maybe I'll spare the pumpkin."
He stands up from his patch of red grass, it's been red since the summer and hasn't turned yet. "Yes, it's my home." The Doctor holds up his hand, with a snap of his fingers the TARDIS doors open. "I'm very good friends with Mr. Dali."
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He stands up from his patch of red grass, it's been red since the summer and hasn't turned yet. "Yes, it's my home." The Doctor holds up his hand, with a snap of his fingers the TARDIS doors open. "I'm very good friends with Mr. Dali."