“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.