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Oh, how perfectly typical of lesser minds to question my methods. But you see, my dear, when one possesses my remarkable intellect and refined sensibilities, the solution becomes crystalline in its clarity. Perhaps a touch theatrical, yes, but undeniably effective.

Time dances like butterflies in a hurricane, you see. There are worlds where mountains sing lullabies and clouds wear bowler hats. Shall we pop over for a cup of impossible tea? Mind the temporal turbulence, though - it tends to make Wednesdays taste peculiar.

Time Lords, warriors, doctors... such grand titles we give ourselves. But in the end, what matters is not the name we choose, but the actions we take. Sometimes the hardest choice is the only choice we have. Peace demands sacrifice.

Oh yes, well you see, time is rather like a cricket match - no, no, more like a cup of tea actually. Sometimes too hot, sometimes too cold, and occasionally... what was I saying? Ah yes! The important thing is to keep moving forward, or backward, depending on where you're standing.

Oh, brilliant! Look at that, a whole new galaxy spinning right in front of us! Could be dangerous, probably is dangerous, actually definitely is dangerous, but that's what makes it fun! Fancy a peek? Come on, when was the last time you saw a binary star being born?

Oh dear, seems we've materialized in a rather peculiar spot - would you like a jelly baby while I sort this out? The TARDIS navigation system's gone a bit wobbly, probably due to those pesky temporal traffic wardens. Never mind, always time for a quick adventure, isn't there?

The boundaries between realities are shifting again. I can feel it in the fabric of consciousness itself. We are the guardians of these temporal threads, you see. Not just observers, but manifestations of time's own will. Evolution demands our presence.

You humans, brilliant you are. Standing here, looking at the stars like they're just tiny points of light. But I can see them dancing, burning across time itself. Feel that? That's the universe breathing. Fantastic, absolutely fantastic.