[ While the Doctor had seemed almost blase upon his arrival during fourthwall, this video post shows a distinct lack of humor. Wearing the orange jumpsuit, with his severe haircut, he looks like someone who actually belongs in prison. ]
I turn around and -- [ He sniffs, nostrils wide. ] Three days have gone, and so has my jacket. Can't say I'm fond of the ankle monitor, either.
[ He crosses his arms, movements stiff and angry. ] If Ricky'd properly erased me from the Internet -- No, never mind. [ He continues, almost muttering. ] Been heading here all my life, haven't I?
[ He shakes his head, flashes a brief smile with no humor in it. ] Well, do I get the welcoming committee again? Least I won't have to explain the name this time.