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Don't even think about it. You! Yes, you! DON'T KEEP TYPING. I'M LOOKING RIGHT AT YOU.

Now listen.

Stoooooooooooooooooop.

Oh. Oh. You have to type what I say or else I don't say it? That's- That's creepy. Can't be exactly moral, either, can it?

But anyway.

Now.

You haven't watched most of my episodes in ages! Do you honestly think you can do my voice still? Besides, it's not like you can do anything with me. Aren't you falling behind in everything? Not like you have a time machine or something. And let's face it. You put me someplace, my brain's going to go haywire if there are any hints around. Like freakishly skinny ones that are skinny as twigs and never change their suit. Though I suppose now it's because he's only got the one. But still! Only one suit!

So no. Back off. Go do other things. Go.

And STOP TYPING.

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Please stop trying to get killed, I don't want the Doctor freaking out at me.

What. Can't handle a smart mouth on a clever woman?

I've had bad luck with women, lately. The creepy evil parts of my brain, which is most of them, keep telling me to get you before you shoot me.

[She holds up her hands and wiggles her fingers.]

Can't shoot you. Don't have a gun. Don't like guns.

Good girl.

I would appreciate a bit of a verbal cease-fire as well, but somehow I doubt that'll happen.

[Up goes an eyebrow.]

What do you want for that realization? A sticker?

I doubt you have any to give.

[... Point to him.] I can buy some down at Tesco if you really want.

Nah, I don't have anywhere to put them.

On your face looks like a good spot.

Why my face? Most people would go with clothes.

You really don't know much about people, do you?

You can put stickers on your face. It's fine.

I know more about them than most people. *He sighs.* Admittedly, most of what I know involves pain tolerences and anatomy.

[ Donna's going to take a second to let that sink in. ]

Never been on a human vacation, eh?

People aren't generally gutted on vacations, so I'm not sure I see the connection.

[ Donna rolls her eyes. ]

Obviously, you need a vacation.

So it's a plan. We'll go on a vacation.

And you'll actually go with me?

Can't very well send you on your own, can I. No telling what you might do.

Oh, alright.

*And off we go, y/y?*

Good boy.

I mean man.

Time Lord.

Whatever.

[ And she'll just take you're arm now, all right? Because you were supposed to offer it to her in the first place, you dolt. ]

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I can't believe that I might be looking forward to it.

And here. Even if my little wannabe puppet master is slow as Nerys is when faced with anything other than a piece of cake.

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