He makes a bleating sound. Translated, it would be: what. the. fuck.
He shuts up. Sits down. Tries not to look utterly pitiful that this actually just happened to him, that this is what Azeroth has made his life become. Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to possibly grant the Doctor these kind of powers?
He thinks, as a sheep, his drums are quieter.
Or maybe he just thinks too much as a sheep.
When the spell fades, he's still sitting, a blank expression on his face. He's a bit afraid to open his mouth again. Maybe he'll still bleat. Maybe there's a residual effect.
Maybe he honest-to-god doesn't know what to say in response to this.]
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He makes a bleating sound. Translated, it would be: what. the. fuck.
He shuts up. Sits down. Tries not to look utterly pitiful that this actually just happened to him, that this is what Azeroth has made his life become. Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to possibly grant the Doctor these kind of powers?
He thinks, as a sheep, his drums are quieter.
Or maybe he just thinks too much as a sheep.
When the spell fades, he's still sitting, a blank expression on his face. He's a bit afraid to open his mouth again. Maybe he'll still bleat. Maybe there's a residual effect.
Maybe he honest-to-god doesn't know what to say in response to this.]