The Idiot's Lantern

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Damon

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Damon

Matheò

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Matheò

Fayette

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Fayette

Damon sets up his moped, the Doctor doing the same before helping Matheò with his "I thought we'd be going for the Vegas era, you know the white flares and the, grr, chest hair." Rose remarks from outside the Tardis, Fayette stood with her. "You are kidding, aren't you? You want to see Elvis, you go for the late fifties. The time before burgers. When they called him the Pelvis and he still had a waist. What's more, you see him in style." the Doctor responds before riding his moped out, Damon and Matheò following. "You going my way, doll?" the Doctor asks Rose, wearing a white crash helmet. "Is there any other way to go, daddy-o? Straight from the fridge, man." Rose smiles, pulling her shades down and climbing on the back of the Doctor's moped. "Hey, you speak the lingo." the Doctor smiles. "Oh well, me, mum, Cliff Richard movies every Bank Holiday Monday." Rose explains, putting on the pink crash helmet. "Ah, Cliff. I knew your mother'd be a Cliff fan." Damon tells her, adjusting his black crash helmet. Fayette smiles and climbs on the back of Damon's moped, putting on a red crash helmet "Why not mine?" Matheò asks her, making sure his blue crash helmet is on properly. "I trust dad not to crash." Fayette tells him teasingly. Damon chuckles at his kids before going down the street with the Doctor and Matheò following.

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