The Trouble With Digital

�Think! We need something! Something that makes rhythmic, ticking noises! That�s the only thing that will calm this beast, put it to sleep so it doesn�t eat the entire human race!�

�What do you mean, Doctor? Like an old fashioned timepiece? The ones used in films for bombs and such? Aha! I�ve got my watch! Damn! It�s digital!

The Doctor turns, �Aha!�. Ripping away his shirt, he runs, full-force at the alien.

�Doctor! Wait! Don�t sacrifice yourself!�

The Doctor throws his arms around the ugly, slimy beast in an unbreakable, soothing bear hug � nestling it against his two, beating hearts.