The Doctor Walks into A Pub…

The Doctor Walks into A Pub, or, To Snog or Not to Snog. A Dr Who 100 word drabble originally written for the 100 stories/100 days Accord Hospice fund-raiser in 2007.  NBG

The Doctor was visiting Slyther’s bar on Exostashia. He sat on a barstool, moodily staring into space. “What’ll it be?” A short, hairy humanoid asked. “Martian martini–shaken, not stirred,” The Doctor replied absently. “Troubles?” The bartender inquired.

Sipping his drink, the Doctor sighed. “It was only a genetic transfer! Humans! I mean, a little full-frontal osculation, and suddenly you’re practically engaged! You know, the average human spends over 350 hours of their life, kissing? And what is a kiss? Just an exchange of uni-sexual biological bacteria!” The bartender snorted. “That’s what my ex-wife used to say, about my snogging.”