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[walkingthedust]

[Donna wakes up, stretches, and yawns - then pauses for a moment and double-takes]

[in a distinctly male and Scottish voice] Oh, hell, not again.

[Peter Carlisle]
Do I even need to ask where my body's gone?

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[disamtyler]

Oh dear...

[walkingthedust]

Yeah, it's absolutely brilliant, isn't it? [dryly] And I suppose now Gene's lost his excuse for not punching me.

[dci_gene_hunt]

You really shouldn't give me ideas Donna luv.

[walkingthedust]

Oh, come on, it wasn't that insulting, was it? 'Sides, I've been in a few fights over the years. I know how to handle myself.

[hollowlegs]

Not in my body, you won't, thanks very much.

[dci_gene_hunt]

Hah! You reckon? You're in a different body luv, your balance'll be all over the show. And you haven't got a clue how to protect your bollocks have you?

Could make a bloke almost feel sorry for Carlisle.

[walkingthedust]

[unfortunately, Donna is stubborn and doesn't know when to quit] Really, Gene, how bloody hard could it be? This isn't the first time this castle's stuck me in a different body, you know.

[hollowlegs]

Donna! How about some courtesy for the bloke whose body you're borrowing, yeah?

[dci_gene_hunt]

Oh ho ho! You're asking for it narky knickers.

[ignores Peter completely - he has the chance of a ruck here]

[walkingthedust]

Name the time and the place, sunshine.

[dci_gene_hunt]

Outside. Now!

((which translated into RP language means in the morning - because I *really need to get some sleep))

[disamtyler]

GUV! Don't

[dci_gene_hunt]

[la la la - he's not listening]

Shut it.

[hollowlegs]

Donna.

[walkingthedust]

[stubborn!] I can handle it, Peter.

[hollowlegs]

Of course you can. I'll be sure to send you a thank-you card once my bones heal.