The Nardole Lore

Arrival

The Twelfth Doctor gave up looking for the book he wanted to find, he had so many books in that room he did not know where it could be, instead he picked up his guitar and plugged it into the amp. The Doctor played rock music on his guitar as he wandered down the stairs, his TARDIS drifting through space. Slowly he approached the console. He saw something remarkable on his monitor. "Now then, what's this?" The Doctor said. He had collided with a hidden planet that was not on the astral map. He quickly copied the co-ordinates and materialized on the planet.

Once he had fully materialized on this strange and unidentified planet, he opened the doors and stepped out of the blue police box. To his surprise, a short, fat bald man was staring back at him. "Excuse me," The Doctor said. "Where am I?" "Nardolia, sir." Said the bald man. "And who are you?" The Doctor replied. "Steven, sir. I am a farmer, there aren't many traditional farmer Nardole's here, Infact I might be the only one, the planet has gone industrial." "Nahdolls? What are Nahdolls?" The Doctor said in his deep Scottish voice. "You are lookin' right at one sir, they are the species that inhabit this planet." Steven replied. "And why are you calling me sir?" said the Doctor. "Dunno, sir." Said Farmer Steven. "It is fine, I could get used to it. That will be all for now, bye Steven." Said the Doctor. "Oh, bye stranger!" The Doctor walked into the horizon.