you do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around. get back on the right track. fix up your life. mend your personal issues. call your mom once a day. tell someone you love them. eat healthy. live life to the fullest. that’s what it’s all about.
so you’re telling me there’s an alien who regenerates into a completely random form, that he cannot control or determine himself, and who understandably could take millions of different appearances, but who all 13 times just turned into a different skinny white guy