"What's this then?"
"Yes, I can see it's a radio booth, but what are we doing here? You said you needed me for something vitally important. At least I think that's what you said. You weren't saying something about acorns and the mambo, were you?"
"Ohhh. I don't know, I'm not much for broadcasting. Well, there was that one time, okay a few, but they were for very good reasons, like freeing the people of New Earth and that one time because I was very, very bored."
"Well when you put it that way. Is that light meant to be on? Oh right. Hello, Fandom! This is the Doctor. Who are we broadcasting for? Right. WTFH radio and does anyone smell rum? I swear this place smells like rum. Hang on a second. Yep, even the desk here tastes like rum. I just tried it. Old school rum, not any of the new flashy stuff. There are notes? I can't just talk about my day or play some music? Could get some Britney Spears out. ( Okay, you're the boss. )
That's it! I'm the Doctor, you've been listening to WTFH radio, I'm off to get some ice cream - no, not rum and raisin - and will leave the rum-swilling to the squirrels. Here, have some music."Oh baby baby, how was I supposed to know that something wasn't right here?