Oh. I see.
We Doktors don't meddle in the affairs of monkeys. We simply observe, record, and giggle like schoolgirls.
That would be Professor territory, wouldn't it? Where are they when we need them?
LARPing, unless I miss my guess. In any case, the best a professor could do at this point is tell you how to avoid the horrible riots and mayhem that will accompany the above bloodless-sounding activities.
I mean, we Doktors could do that, too, but it would be wrong. Unprofessional.
That's not what I want to hear. I want to hear about how I can hurry this shit up so that things can maybe start to get better possibly. Or something...
I bet you skip to the last page of a mystery novel before reading it, right?
"Greetings, my friend. We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives. And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future. You are interested in the unknown... the mysterious. The unexplainable. That is why you are here. And now, for the first time, we are bringing to you, the full story of what happened on that fateful day. We are bringing you all the evidence, based only on the secret testimony, of the miserable souls, who survived this terrifying ordeal. The incidents, the places. My friend, we cannot keep this a secret any longer. Let us punish the guilty. Let us reward the innocent. My friend, can your heart stand the shocking facts of grave robbers from outer space?"