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[dameluckypants]

[Here we have Rose Tyler, looking really dirty and a little singed, sighing]Just once, I'd like it if the evil, cackling super-villain listened to me instead of trying to blow me up, then blowing himself up instead. It's a little mental, taking yourself out like that just because you're getting a slap on the wrist and being told to go home. It's

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[doctorate]

. . . You're joshing, right?

[dameluckypants]

Not joshing, no.

[doctorate]

Have you seen a doctor?

And don't get clever. I don't mean me.

[dameluckypants]

Do witch doctors count?

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[doctorate]

. . . Well, let me think about it--

[doctorate]

No. No. Definitely no.

[dameluckypants]

What? Why not? He seemed nice!

[doctorate]

I'm sure he was a perfectly nice bloke, but--

No.

[dameluckypants]

No?

((Go look at Rose's journal.))

[doctorate]

Definitely no. Decidedly no.

[dameluckypants]

Fine.

Whatever happened to "Hi, nice to see you! It's been a while, how's the jungle?"

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[doctorate]

You announcing you might have malaria sort of superseded that. But if I must--

[doctorate]

Hullo! Nice to see you. How was the jungle?

[dameluckypants]

Oh, it's brilliant. Damp and full of mosquitoes, but really very nice.

[doctorate]

Had a good time, then? Enjoyed the weather?

[dameluckypants]

When it wasn't raining, yeah.