Around 3244 D.C, there is a guy named the Doctor. He is very good at grammar, and doesn't like bad grammar users.

He travels around the Universe in his spaceship named the T.A.R.D.I.S.

On his travels, he helps people to use grammar properly.

He lives in a planet called Gallifrey. His neighbors are also very good at speaking correctly. They do not like the ones with a bad grammar.

One day, while he is walking, he comes across with a Cyberman.

''Delete! Delete! Delete a Doctor!'' the Cyberman screamed.

''I'm not 'a Doctor', I am the Doctor'' the Doctor replied. ''It is my name.''

''Absolute garbage. You are a Doctor. I am the Cyberman. I am better than you. I am your God! You are just making an bad story with your words.''

Okay then. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll tell you a story. Can you hear them? All these people who lived in terror of you and your judgment. All these people whose ancestors devoted themselves — sacrificed themselves — *to you*.

Can you hear them singing? Oh, you like to think you’re a *God*. Well, you’re not a God — you’re just a parasite, eaten out with jealous, envy, and longing for the lives of others. You *feed* on them. On the memory of love, and loss, and birth, and death, and joy, and sorrow…so…SO…come on then, take mine. Take. My. Memories. But I hope you’ve got a big appetite. Because I have lived a LONG life, and I have seen a *few* things. I walked away from the last Great Time War.