Handy grins. "You could shake my hoof," he offers, lifting a foreleg...his left foreleg. It's been a while, alright? I'm the Doctor, he says cheerfully. Except what comes out instead is "I'm a meta-crisis duplicate of an alien called the Doctor -- not again!!"

Looking aghast, he forgets the spiel about genetic tampering into which he was about to launch. "Forget I said that," he pleads requests. "And try to lie to me."