Assistant: You three together?
Doctor: Yes
Assistant: May I as well questionize you then? Names, please.
Charlie: Charlie Pollard.
C’rizz: Ah, hello, I’m C’rizz.
Doctor: And I’m the Doctor. Pleased to meet you.
Assistant: Your religion?
C’rizz: I’m from the Church of Foundation.
Assistant: And you two? You worship alongside him?
Charlie: We’re not with the Church of the Foundation, no.
Doctor: We are, hm, tourists.
Assistant (writing): Tourists. And when was the Tourists faith founded?
Doctor: It’s not really like that…
C’rizz: We’ve just arrived here for a look around.
Assistant: Do your religions require ritual sacrifice, the drinking of blood or any special diet?
Doctor: No. But you see it isn’t a religion, such, we are more…
Assistant: Are any of you gods?
Charlie: Gods?
Assistant: Gods. Or reincarnation of gods, or the offspring of sacred breath?
Doctor: I wonder is this strictly… I mean could we just pop inside and do the form filling some other time?
Assistant: Your faith and religiosity dares must be recorded before you enter the Multiheaven.
Doctor: O-oh, very well. Charlie and I are members of Tourist faith, we worship C'rizz here and we begin each day with ritual cup of tea. Happy?



We are the Whovians. We believe in the Doctor who travels through time and space and one day we may join him. Our sacred items are the big blue wooden box and the short wand. The Doctor doesn't need sacrifices, our holiday is Saturday, we don't have a specific diet, but prefer bananas, apples, jelly babies, fish sticks and custard with a lot of tea as an addition to a main meal