The Doctor is in

" I'M BACK, BITCHES!!! " 


A familiar and quite deranged yet utterly beloved individual returns to Volcano. A one Reginald Merrywether returns after a rather successful and quite unexpected turn of events at the chuunin exams. He walks tall and sports the exact clothes he had left in save for his pants, that particular article of clothing now dangling from his head like some sort of makeshift hat. The spoils he got from the exams lie inside of a simple box held in his left arm, a series of rather vulgar words and warnings adorning the outside of said box.


I cannot believe that just happened.


I can't believe the idiot just won that bet. 


FUCK ALL OF YOU! I TOLD YOU I'D WIN! I! AM! SHOGUN!


Surely you realize it was all luck -


SHOGUN!


you kn -


SHOGUN!



Reginald continues his rather imperious and utterly magnificent strut toward his abandoned house. Ah yes, his humble abode, the "fuck you and your mother, im a scientist " shack. The place where dreams became a reality and innocence dies a slow and miserable death. That place you take your friends when your really drunk and come to regret it the next morning. As Reginald comes upon the site of his house, he finds it burnt to the ground. The Doctor blinks several times, either in disbelief or simply unable to understand. Reginald cocks his head and waves his arms, fully expecting his house to just suddenly be there. All around the site lies the burnt and broken remains of what could very well be the house Reginald expected to come home to.


" Oh what the fuck. How does a house....RUN OFF AND JOIN THE CIRCUS ALL BY ITSELF! "


Really? THATS the conclusion you jump to?  


Just...Just leave it be. I'm sure we'll find lodgings elsewhere.



Within minutes, Reginald is sitting at the center of where the house used to be, his lab coat now removed and held over his head as a mock awning. The now naked Reginald simply blurts out " WEEWU, WEEWU, WEEWU " over and over again. The box containing his stuff sits next to him, close enough to be watched with the peripherals.


Should...Should we do something?



I don't know anymore. I figured the local orphanage would be slaughtered some more but I guess we're going to sit here and say things for a few hours.


.....Wonderful.