A Weeping Angel's the last thing you want to see when you open your eyes at night. The shop also had a sonic screwdriver that was practically useless, and a few t-shirts. I ought to ring up the BBC and ask for my cut.
But is the TARDIS biscuit jar bigger on the inside? Are you able to store a limitless amount of biscuits?
That's fascinating. And there are others like us, here? Brought into this universe through the Tesseract?