By Phil Shaw
Ai art from the worlds of Doctor Who
1966 - 1968
Streaks of Who!
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Oxygen density 172, radiation nil, temperature 86. Strong suggestion of mercury deposits.
A gentleman at last. Doctor von Wer, at your service!
Yes, well, don't be frightened anybody. If we pass out it's compressed nitrogen. It's called caissons disease.
There's only one way that rocket could have been deflected into the sun. From this very room!
Unless I'm very much mistaken, these creatures are so big they're going to see us long before we see them.
Ah, I see. Right. Now then, you are going to answer all my questions, and in return, I promise no harm will come to you.
And if I agree, it means the creation of a race of super Daleks. My Tardis. I have no choice, do I!
I say, take a look through there, will you? I think your eyes are sharper than mine.
It's incredible. Right. Oh no. No, not India. This is Tibet. That's where we are, Tibet. Now, there's no time to be lost.
1966 - 1968
Streaks of Who!
By Phil Shaw
Ai art from the worlds of Doctor Who