"I was going to draw this one," said this author to the quoted author, "after rereading '19 May 1999' on your site the other day. Since you reposted it and gave it to me to quote, I'll just post it." "Damn," said the quoted author. "I haven't been in your cartoons for about twelve years." "Well, exactly. I don't know what you look like now; you'd've looked just like you did then." "Doesn't matter. How many ADWCers know what I ever looked like?" "We do!!" The bellow came hard on the heels of a loud bang as every Doctor to appear in the quoted author's piece quoted above entered This Time Round. The bellow actually emanated from Doctor Six, probably left to it by telepathic consent among himselves since he had the most powerful lungs. The infinity Doctors bore down on the table where the authors were enjoying their beers. Doctor Five angrily slammed down onto the table a printout of the piece quoted, with the exact passage quoted above highlighted. "'The point'?!" Doctor Six continued acting as spokesDoctor. "'The point'!!" "If we haven't grasped 'the point', young man, hm?," said Doctor One, blithely disregarding whatever agreement hims had come to regarding spokesDoctorship, "could you be so kind as to enlighten me's as to what 'the point' is?" The quoted author worked his mouth for a brief moment, then hit on a brilliant answer. "Hey, *I* didn't say that. The characters did." "No, it's narration," Doctor Five objected. More incisive, Doctor Nine demanded, "*Which* character?" "Um, Adric," said the quoted author. Whether he said Adric because Adric is his favorite, or because he's been working for several months now in a mindset for putting Adric in humorously dangerous situations, was something he and Adric ended up debating until closing time. In any case as a diversionary tactic it was entirely successful. As one person (Fancy that!) the Doctors rounded on Adric behind the bar. "What," growled Doctor Three, "is," he growled, "'the," growled he, "point'?" "The point of going to see a movie," said Adric calmly - for one who has looked demure Trakenite death in the eyes several times, half-human Time Lord ire held no threat at all - "isn't to pick holes in the plot and the dialog and the science." "What then?" Doctor Eight demanded. "It's to have fun." The Doctors exchanged a quick glance between each other, and then replied in unison: "That *is* fun!!" THE END