It was never a good idea to have several versions of the Doctor together in one place; they had a tendency to clash. Right now, Ten and Eleven were arguing while the War Doctor stood off to one side, barely keeping from rolling his eyes.
His more recent selves were like children, trying to get one up on each other, even though technically they were both older than him, in years lived if not in appearance. It was difficult to believe that they were what he would become. For two pins he’d knock their silly heads together.
“Oh shut up!”