When we last left Stephen Hawking, he was expressing his desire that the 13th Doctor would be a lady, but alas, the world is a cruel mistress who won’t twirl his limp penis like a helicopter. He’s now moved on to more scientific pursuits like hoping people will eventually show up to his time travel party in 2009 because only a mind like Stephen Hawking’s could possibly envision luring travelers from the future to his house in the past and fucking them on top of a pile of hookers. Information that we should have never been told because there went our entire goddamn morning. You know what’s next.
(If this is the only meaningful contribution I leave behind on this earth, I’m okay with that.)