The Papa Lazarou Experiment
Over to Edward Tattsyrup and his wife and sister, Tubbs, now for their views on their local colleague's debut in Doctor Who.
The Lazarus Experiment
Hello, hello!? What's going on here? What's all this shouting? We'll have no trouble here. Tubbs? Tubbs?! What's this flickering in the corner of the room? The Devil's paint-box, I'll be damned. Things... appearing on the screen. Not local things, are they? Been made by those types from the big city? Pufters, I'll be bound! Invading my local space with their twisted mental streams of colour and shape. Why don't they just break my arms with stoats, burn down my shop, rape my mind with their dark words!?!
"Bathing nightly in pureed calves eyes."
This gentleman, is he face knows? He has a local look about him. Perhaps he's related, either Doctor Chinnery or Hilary Briss, possibly their brother and son. Appears to have invented a device for making himself look younger than his many years. My Tubbs has no need of machines for her natural beauty. Bathing nightly in pureed calves eyes ensures that she retains her youthful looks, so she looks no older now than when our mother was bridesmaid at our wedding. Ah, Tubbs. Once she found out there was a Swansea she has vowed to worship all who come from there. She particularly coverts the one she calls Russ Elty Avis and has started collecting bodily parts to recreate a version of her very own. She hasn't managed to collect enough hair to cover the forehead or the cockballs.
"The progeny of the union betwixt brother and sister."
And the monster. He's no monster. Why, he looks no different than our son, David. We keep him from prying non-local eyes, up the stairs, as they would not understand our ways or the progeny of the union betwixt brother and sister. He wants for nothing and enjoys his own bucket and blanket and a string of glamorous visitors, none of whom come back down quite the same. Or quite as complete as they were when they went up. We understand the needs of the flesh. You only have to look at Tubbs to know that. I suppose you'll be here to finger our precious things? And stare at our globes?
Well... you heard the man, Tubbs? Get undressed.
The Bumper Book of Made Up Doctor Who Facts has this to say about The Lazarus Experiment: nibbles remains the Doctor's favourite type of food produce despite the TARDIS's food machine's Vol au Vent button being rendered inoperable after sustaining heavy damage following one of Jo Grant's felching sessions some years earlier.

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Good news; our spies at Lazarus Industries, Inc. report that recent incidents there have resulted in a catastrophic management failure. We needn't have worried unduly, as closer examination of Lazarus' own files liberated from the fiasco reveals a thinly-reworked hodge-podge of Professor Sorenson's theory of anti-matter mutation (a discredited scientific blind alley) and Professor Quatermass' researches into human evolution and hybridised lifeforms, utilising technology cribbed from Doctor Brundel's experiments into matter transmission. Lazarus' notes on metamorphosis via sound vibration and DNA restructuring also prove that he lacked a concrete grasp of the scientific principles involved, and with his incompetent lack of foresight (no self-destruct system in his own base) and unimpressive number of victims, constituted no real threat to our superiority in the field of bio-research. Green herbs all round.













