The Premise: A good ol' 21st century beatdown of an annoying fandom, PAD style.
Crowds passing by miscellaneous shopping booths at a crowded convention. It's really unimportant how much of this is conveyed to the reader, just that there's enough room for the tardis to crop up in the next panel.
Caption: London, 2011.
Caption: The first annual Doctor Who convention.
Same shot as before, now with the TARDIS VWORP-ing into view (perhaps semi-visible, mid-transportation?). Any on panel shoppers and con-goers are running out of the way in a panic.
SFX: VWORP VWORP VWORP VWORP
The TARDIS is now solid, and the 'Matt Smith' Doctor is poking his head out the door, along with Rory, River Song and that one ginger girl everyone seems to care about.
Doctor: Oho! And where have we come to this time?
Rory: Dunno. Some sorta... Big party?
Who fans (whovians?) swarm the TARDIS, waving fan paraphernalia and autograph books at the group, who are now outside the doors and incredibly alarmed.
Random Fan: OH EM GEE! IT'S HIM!
Random Fan 2: MISTER DOCTOR! WHY DO YOU KEEP GETTING YOUNGER!
Random Fan 3: YOU SHOULDN'T BE FRIENDS WITH ALL THE PEOPLE WITH GUNS!
Random Fan 4: Actually, he's always been around gun wielders, and in fact used some hi-
Random Fan 5: SHUT UP! SIGN MY MOOBS, DOCTOR!
Cross-section view between the hordes outside and the Who cast, trying to push the doors shut against the masses, faces sweating in fear.
Doctor: Oh sod! It's the fans! PUSH THEM BACK! WE MUSTN'T LET THEM INSIDE!
Random Fan: WHY DOES THE INSIDE OF THE TARDIS LOOK WRONG?!
The TARDIS vworps its way out of the convention, much to the dismay of the hordes of fans.
SFX: VWORP VWORP VWORP
Random Fan: I LOVE YOU COME BACK I WON'T STAB YOU WHILE CRYING I SWEAR!
The Who cast are sitting around the interior of the TARDIS, looking sad.
Rory: What the bloomin' heck was that?
Doctor: Sorry. In my confusion I took us to the one horror in my life I can never escape. At least not without dying.
Close-up on the doctor, looking stern.
Doctor: My fanbase.