It ‘s night. 12.39 am. The doctor was sitting in a bus station in the outer parks. M2 MacBook air pugged into an outlet and his brain plugged into the laptop. The city that always sleeps is, unironically, sleeping. Booyork, where laziness is more of a necessity than a commodity. People with no home slept on the grass. Speak loud and face a half asleep *SHUT UP*. This of course does not apply to the Doctor. Typing in a fury greater that Kira’s Infamous chip scene (though hopefully not as deadly *Death note*) cannot live up to.

“SHUT UP” one sleeper yells.

“no you shut up” the doctor subconsciously retorts under his breath.

15 quiet “no you shutup’s” later. The doctor found exactly what he was looking for. A grin and a chuckle, happiness like a spring crept up his throat.

“YATTAAAA!!!!!!!” He yelled louder than a naked man yelling “eureka” down the streets after discovering the answer they were looking for, both completely unaware of the physics of sound(is that a thing).

“HEY”

*THUMP THUMP THUMP*

The doctors head twitched.

*ERNGCH ENCRH ENCRH*

His head turned feeling a sharp glare.

“i told you to shut the hell up!!!!!”

It was a very fat man.

“heheheHEEheh” -Doc (hall of fame greatest quotes)

^{_{“carefull” -Doc (hall of fame greatest quotes)}}

“l-l-loo-0ookkKkkkk” -The ole docorino (hall of fame greatest qoutes)

“Huh” -Fat man (prolly the worst quote i ever seen 🙄)

_{*ERNGCH ENCRH ENCRH*}

His head turned.

It was a stampede of fat people. with 1 20 times more fat then the one below. What can i say? the denizens of booyork like 2 things. Sleep anddddd, yeah. Sleep. Or was that food? Idk. The fat lore in this story isn’t fully fleshed out. Uh…. ^sorry.

The stampede approached like an avalanche Rumbling the ground like these characters tummy’s. They had seconds before arrival. The original Shut upper bowed and prayed, imn solemness and respect, he didn’t want any regrets. The doctor rather had stood up and was making a running motion in his place. But….

He fainted.

“HEeeyY. Doccc… Wake UppP. WAke uppp, Dooccc….”

“waaakkeee uppppp”.

*Doc wake up*

“huh, Am I in heaven?” The sound of birds and the warmth of the sun perfectly melting away his fear and warmed his heart. He felt immense love and respect. A Smile.

“I didn’t think I’d make it” He sighed a happy sigh.

“Make it where?” A rough voice. But it felt familiar.

“To heaven” The doc sleepily answered. “Did they eat me?” a tinge of sadness and a bone in his throut.

“Silly this ain’t heaven, Your in the outer park in booyork” A nerdy voice, also familiar.

It worked though and the doc was as alert as… IDK, but he was alert.

He looked around. Up, down, left and right.

Then… into some bright smiling faces.

“Hey Jerry. We missed yah! I mean how long has it been since grad school! Y’know I still remember the day you healed every psychological issue in the school for your masters thesis, *HAHA* Mine was I couldn’t talk to anyone and you said. ‘you’re just scared you’ll be ignored… so don’t ignore yourself…’ more dreary but it revolutionized my life *hehe*”

“oh hey Tom” doc went into dreary mode (so use a monotone voice when its the doc)

*YOU’D BE UPSET TOO OF BEING DEPRIVED OF HEAVEN*

“and Lester, hows utilizing your competitive nature to build others up and not just yourself?” again -dreary-

*gulp*

All heads turned to Lester, a guy so big you could mistake him for a mountain. (the 20x big guy)

“well uh sir, my friends not only stay but they branch off and i uh *gulp* get more…” Lester put his hand at the back of his head, Which was bight pink.

“I see….”

“TUNE IN NEXT TIME TO SEE >>> DOC, WHO WE HAVE FOUND OUT HIS NAME IS JERRY! BREAK INTO A ROCKET FACTORY!!!!!!”

“look for 3 seconds to mars….”

“NEXT TIME ON THE MARS JOURNEY”

3 seconds to mars