River Song realized that she oughtn’t play with The Doctor’s things, when she found that she’d materialized her now-gigantic head lodged somewhere in the 1800’s American West. She hoped that the condition would be short-lived, so that she wouldn’t be forced to try to absorb entire horses through her eyeballs for sustenance.
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River Song realized that she oughtn’t play with The Doctor’s things, when she found that she’d materialized her now-gigantic head lodged somewhere in the 1800’s American West. She hoped that the condition would be short-lived, so that she wouldn’t be forced to try to absorb entire horses through her eyeballs for sustenance.
Boy, I sure hope she isn’t prone to hay fever!
Well, being buried alive is a form of retribution. Too bad somebody didn’t bury this cover.
Shadow horses!
She really needs a shave.
More like a mow and bale than a shave.
When the aliens became bored with making crop circles . . .
Here we have an example of the giant prairie people a distant cousin of the timid prairie people.
The only tender mystery here is where’s the rest of her face.