Does the Doctor even have a job? I think he’s just a time travelling hobo essentially
Time travelling anti-murder-hobo
Actually to gallifreyans he’s just a var vet hippie who stole an RV and preaches anti-war isn’t he?
I get to be a time traveling definitely not anti murder hobo, I guess
Rick n Morty
Unless I have to be a 14 yr old boy. Sounds awful.
Anti? Boys got a body count that puts most ethnocentric dictators to shame.
I mean, in the 50th anniversary Eleven mentions to Clara that working for UNIT is his job. I’d pass that honestly
Aren’t we all if you think about it tho?
Same question for Marty…
What are you on about? He’s got a phone booth.
Fuck, I am a delivery boy. Granted I get a cool space ship but I am still a delivery boy
Look at me. I’m the Taskmaster now
Hedge knight… fuck
Then I shall be your squire
I’m glad I haven’t watched yet or I’d be in the same boat
A witch on the boiling isles? Cool!
Is the Avatar a job? If so, it would probably have some perks, aside from a perpetual target on your back
Saving mankind from the Goa’ould and the Replicators by exploring new planets using the Stargate to make alliances and aquire advanced weapons and technology for Earth to fight back with.
I get to be a lower deck starfleet commander in a post scarcity universe.
Thats even better then winning the lottery!!
A cop…. Fuck.
So… I got summoned to another world with a single power: access to an online grocery store with instant delivery. I’m good at cooking but since my ability doesn’t involve fighting, I got expelled from the “hero party”. Now a mythical fenrir has made a familiar contract with me and protects me as long as I cook him delicious meals.
It’s not a bad way of life I must say.
Woohoo! I’m a delivery boy!
Captain of the USS Voyager. Nice.
Cryo-unfrozen policeman
I have no clue how the three seashells work.
Somebody, put me back in the fridge
Delivering packages for prof Farnsworth.
Bojack Horseman.
So I guess I get paid to be miserable and destroy my own life… Well at least I will get paid for it now.
