The Doctor with the curly blond hair that stuck out in all directions and the coat of many colors which at least one person on every world had commented looked like something that had been shat on by a rainbow gave the mirror in his room one of his more evil looking smiles as he prepared himself for the coming day.

The brightly colored jacket and bright yellow trousers with black stripes which practically called a clown to mind when one saw them that he'd selected almost immediately after regenerating, although tasteless, practically screamed that they belonged in the decade that was his current incarnation's favored stomping grounds. In an era that was marked with a color palette in which day-glo orange and neon yellow prominently featured amongst other colors which were equally bright, his outfit paradoxically both stood out and fit right in.

The bright colors that the Doctor had selected in stark contrast to the pale beiges and creams that he'd previously favored weren't meant to project a good humor that the man did not possess as some suspected however. The instinct that had driven the Doctor to pick this outfit was a much older one, one that crossed world and species lines. His sartorial selection carried the same warning that the coloration of the Monarch Butterfly, the Poison Dart Frog, several species of salamander, and the Coral Snake amongst many others on a myriad of worlds held:

"I'm poisonous. Try to eat me, and that meal will be your last."