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He was so far out of his depth in every single episode that he just rolled with absolutely anything. He was an illiterate piper from the 1700s Scottish Highlands who just stepped on board a time machine with some weird dude in a bow tie and his friends and took absolutely everything in stride in the funniest way possible. I mean this guy had never even seen a car before and then he was in the Tardis, so he had absolutely NO perspective on anything and it was amazing. The wildest things would happen and terrify everybody, including the Doctor, meanwhile Jamie was over here rolling up his sleeves mumbling “same bullshit as always.”
Some giant robot would walk up and say “I am going to steal your thoughts and reprogram you into insects” and James Robert McCrimmon, icon that he is, would just go “Look matey, I just got back from someplace called ‘Heath-Row’ with dozens of giant flying metal beasties full of people, and had to operate a wee little arch that sends your voice anywhere in the world and then throws one back. You don’t scare me you mad fucking pile a' bolts,” and then just charge at it with a crow bar. Jamie never once knew what the hell was going on and he never once gave a fuck
I love the era of Classic Who with Jamie and the Second Doctor because to everyone they encounter it seems like Jamie is the reasonable level headed one with his dry wit and his exasperation at Two’s inability to drive, compared to Two’s silliness and clumsy fumbling of switches and artifacts. But then something happens and they just see Jamie go absolutely berserk. Everything will be chill and then it’s like
Someone: “You all are now my prisoners. But I’m a reasonable man, so if you all just cooperate I may-“