What if the pope really met Satan and he turned out to be a really nice guy? Like hold the door open for you, chew with his mouth closed, blushed when a half dressed woman appeared in a magazine, said please and thank you all the time and always picked up the check?
What if Satan’s really not a bad guy, just has a shitty job?
Your job is now your Time Lord name. The last digit of your phone number is the current regeneration you are in. The nearest clothing item to your right is now the most notable item in your current wardrobe. The last person you texted is your current companion. Your favorite words are now your catchphrase. Reblog with your answers.