[locked from Donna Noble]

[bitsandfluids]

My food is problematic again. Apple bits coming up. Gravitational malfunction?

...There's a fly in the ship. It's going to die in 34 seconds. No more buzzing in the brain pan. Squish.

Thank you, Doctor, for following the bees.

Comments

[pretenshi]

Aw, why'd ya squish it~?

[bitsandfluids]

No more buzzing, fox.

[pretenshi]

Oi, Oi. I ain't a fox. I'm a 'lil lamb.

[bitsandfluids]

Fox in the henhouse.

[eyesocketparty]

You alright there, Riv?

[bitsandfluids]

Shh. I'm counting between the lightning and the thunder to see if the storm is coming or going.

[eyesocketparty]

.....Right.

That would be a no then.

Where are you guys now, Love?

[bitsandfluids]

1006, 1007...twinkle, twinkle, little star.