"I'm The Doctor, bitch." You say as you lean the chair back, throw your feet up on the table, and your hands behind your head. "No you're not, you're not even a companion, we've contacted him." You nearly fall to the floor out of shock. "Wait. WHAT!?!"
Wouldn't predator species be better at patience, since they have to wait longer to catch food? Prey should be ok with being on the move, since that protects them. Humans are scavengers at heart, so the impatience thing makes sense-get to the goods before they're gone
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