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[Paul_R]

The f***ing c*** of Morbius
The Cocksucker of Peladon
Planet of the Fucksticks
The Reign of Fuckmunching Shittardery
Terror of the Bollocking Arses
The Pissflapping Pussylickers of Mars

[frillyshirtcyberman]

The Twin Dilemma.

No, wait...

[controlFunction]

Oh goody. An angry swearing thread, right up my scatological alley. (oo er)

The Arsehole in Space
Terror of the Shitfuckers
The Time Prick
The Invisible motherf***er
The Keeper of Dog Cock
The Web of Shit
The Mind f***er
Death to the c***s
Planet of the c***s
Resurrection of the c***s...

I think I'm starting to see a pattern here....

[Paul_R]

The Fannyfudger of Doom
The Claws of Shitting Shitos
The Carnival of Cunting Cockjockeys
Mutha-Kinda
Shit On Toast of the Cybermen

[Pex]

'You know, you're a classic example of a f**king c**t.'

'You can't rewrite history, you c**t. Not one f**king line!'

[controlFunction]

The Androids of Tit f***
The Invisible Enema (that's two for the same story)
Planet of the Pig Felchers
Invasion of the Dickcheese

[gazhack]

"If you could stand on another f****ing world and see f****ing birds wheeling in an alien sky, would that convice you, you c***?"

"Some corners of the universe have bred right f****ing c***s. They must be t*****d."

"I've brought you the f***ing crystal. Now why don't you f*** off and leave these f***wits in peace?"

"One wrong move c***s and I'll f*** him over this deadly jelly baby."

"Not a very convincing argument since I'm f***ing dead already!"

"I am the f***ing Doctor! Whether you f***ing well like it or not bitch!"

"Eeeviillle. F***ing eeeevillle from the dawn of f***ing time"

"C***s! Always seeing f***ing patterns which aren't there!"

[Pex]

'I'm afraid my f**king trick has rather rebounded on me. What you might call tempting providence, Chesterc**t.'
'Well don't worry about it now, Doctor, you old f**ker. It's happened.'
'Yes. But at least you're not a vindictive c**t.'
'Well I will be if you don't get my f**king name right, c**ty chops. It's Chestertwat.'

[Paul_R]

BRIGADIER: Doctor, the destruction of these rigs is a complete mystery. Do you want more men to die?
DOCTOR: I couldn't give a flying shit, you daft f***ing wanker.

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MORGAN: Something you want, sir?
DOCTOR: Yes. A f***ing telephone that works. Yours is out of order, you c***.
MORGAN: Likely it is. There was a gale last night, sir. Brought all the lines down.
DOCTOR: F*** my twatlips. (kicks barstool over) I always told that prick Alexander Bell that wires were unreliable.
MORGAN: Can I get you a drink, sir?
DOCTOR: No, I only came in to empty my douchebag in your drip-tray, dickweasel, OF COURSE I WANT A F****** DRINK! Gimme a pint quickly, you inbred hick.
MORGAN: Pint of what?
DOCTOR: A pint of your mum's piss.

[Anorak]

Oddly this kind of crudity doesn't work so well with Paul... I think he's too classy for it.

But Cuntrol (sorry, cuntrol) made me LOL.