They can kill people, actually. Displacing them in time is their preferred method of attack, but if they need/want to, they can sneak up on people and break their necks.
Eleventh Doctor, because he's the only one I've seen as of yet, with the Fourth coming a close second, merely as a loyalty to my dad, who was a fervent Fourth fan as a kid. Plus he was the lucky one that got K-9.
Ahh. We'll be driving (how many cars, I don't know) down to WA, probably taking the slow, scenic route since we might also be bringing four of our sheep and my sister's chicken. Yep. Four sheep in the back of a '90-something suburban. Thank you! I will recommend that to my mother.
Hey, folks, I've got a question: What would you recommend for transporting a duck from Missouri to Washington? We might be moving to WA due to my dad's job situation, and we're not sure what would be best idea for bringing my duck, Eddie along with us. Thanks! Erner
In our house at least. I don't know about anywhere else. My mother mentioned something the other day about how the classics are no longer taught in public school, and that things like the Hunger Games are on the fifth grade reading level. Being an Elder is about as appalling as breathing...
Anyone else out there besides me and Deadly Sherman who are WOOL fanatics?
Should there be, come hither and thither and whatever other -ther's there are, and we will fan -person as one!
SOOOO, everyone, GATHER! YOU SHALL BE ASSIMILATED INTO THE COLLECTIVE, AND IT SHALL BE WONDERFUL AS WE...
Remind me what the denizens are. I think I must have missed them.
ETA: If nothing else, we can throw him in the moat to feed the fish or the eels or whatever else lives in it.
Raining, huh? Mayhap that will convince my mother that quitting Bath and journeying to SC isn't as brilliant an idea as she thinks it is! Although, now that I think about it, it' s raining here... Maybe it wouldn't discourage her.
She can only be trusted in the sense that instead of sparkling at local boys, she laments that she will never be as adorable as British actors old enough to be her father.
Are you crazy, Eenie dear? You are like Mr. Wickham, except you cannot be trusted WITHOUT your bucket, whereas Wickham is merely a reptile who cannot be trusted with buckles or ribbons.