One day he would be their ruler. Fearsome, mighty, brave. They would bow to him, they would serve him, they would tremble at the mention of his name. His peasants. For he was Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All.
"Oh," the Doctor bounced the information around in his head, half amused, half concerned, and a whole lot of puzzled.
"Peasants?" the Doctor frowned. “How unfortunate.”
Stormy gave a toothless grin and waved his royal scepter, which was in reality just a wooden spoon. A minor technicality. He made a mental note to get that replaced as soon as possible.