Greetings, HolyWorlders! As was expected, my arrival here caused many of you some confusion as to who was behind my impromptu appearance. I guess now is the time to reveal that answer, however I won't reveal it before you have had a chance to guess. This is a poem written by the member that conspired to bring me here. If you can guess who may have written this poem, and whose sentiments are the same and often expressed, you will know my identity.

Have fun! And remember:

Don't blink.

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My closet is not a Tardis
Where I can travel time.
A blue phone box of mystery -
(Police box did not rhyme)

A sonic type of screwdriver
Alas, one I have not.
These things that I am speaking of -
You ask? I answer: "What?"

For what is What I'm speaking of,
And How could it be true?
Where is the place a "What" is named;
When one would answer "Who"?

A man who travels time and space
(An alien they say)
Who has a type of Rubix cube
That somehow saves the day.

His friends are few and far between
But some folks hang around.
They travel with him here and there
'Till next he hits the ground.

The time lord's taste is rather wild,
Not ones I'd like to try.
For fishsticks dipped in custard cold -
I must say - not for I!

His enemies come thick and fast,
But he need only yell -
"Be quiet when I am speaking!"
For all the noise to quell.

The creatures that he comes across
Are weirder than you think.
And should you see an angel, well -
You'd be best not to blink.

These things called Daleks lurk about,
I don't know what they are.
And also cyber-somethings too.
(That's all I know thus far)

This place is quite a crazy one,
Yet one I've never seen.
All this I've learnt from listening
To ones to there have been.

As for the man Who rules this world,
I do not get at all.
For Who would give themselves a name
One might forget to call?

This doctor is a character
Much loved by most of you.
But no! I say I'll never yield
Unto this man named "Who"!
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So it is an anti-whovian! But I know it's not Bush... can't be, because she reacted rather violently to your presence in chat.

So who else do we know who's an anti-whovian, and yet would take on the identity of the character?

And those of us who are whovians, should we rebel and holler sacrilege?

Depending on how well you know my accomplice's Whovian lingo, that poem holds a rather big clue.

Are you Azzy? **can't think of any other non-whovians that write poetry**

No, it isn't Azzy. I think it is time they give themselves up, though...

Nope, not me! I was looking at this and actually wondering if anyone might have thought it was me. I'm still trying to figure it out myself.

It's Bush, definitely. And Andrew was involved... I don't know if anyone else was.

*Manic knowing grin*

You had help. Who set up the Timelord group?

Also, is it okay if I go ahead and freeze the Doctor now? I'm taking all fictional users and locking them up in a box... to be freed only upon request. I just didn't want to do it until I was sure he wouldn't be called upon to do more explaining.

Yep, you can lock him down now.

Andrew helped me, it was a last second idea of mine that he quickly pulled together before he left for church.

Those poor frozen users.

Doctor What should be used to things like that happening to him.

Fancy locking The Doctor up in a box!

*grins* The 'What's were huge clues.

Don't worry, said box is bigger on the inside.