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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]

[snort] You're probably giving Gene entirely too much credit, you know.

[hollowlegs]

[:|] He's a copper, Donna. He knows how to fight.

[walkingthedust]

Yeah, and how long's he spent tossing back pints at the pub instead of fighting?

[dci_gene_hunt]

[now he's *really* up for it]

((You want to do it here, or in a log - because if we make a new thread - it's mario karting madness time))

[walkingthedust]

((ooc: new thread below. Chances of Peter and Sam stepping in and dragging them apart? XD))