Good evening my faithful minions,
I do hope you're all having a splendid one, because what I'm about to tell you
may just put a teeny-tiny damper on it. So, gather 'round, kiddies, I've got something exciting for you all- and, no,
Doctor, it is in fact
not a brain. Ready? Then here goes:
It's small, but it plays a big part.
It's useless, but its dear to your hearts.
It helps you, but you never help it.
It cries, but it screams when its hit.
I'm going to give you three tries, Torchwood. Only three. 1, 2, 3. And if you don't guess what "it" is within those three little, yet
gracious ticks- you will lose "it" forever. Do I make myself clear? For-
ever.
Hint: Head check, anyone?
Oh! And do be quick about it, "it"'s getting a bit antsy.