[Puck doesn't appear on the Astral Plane like most people. He tumbles head over heels for a foot or so, then jumps back up and looks around with a very awed look on his face.]

Eh? Ehhhh? Whatwhatwhat is this?! [bounces around, managing to make it look like some kind of dance] ... My lord? Rooooooo~meo~~~~~ ... Hamlet? Macbeth? O-ohime-... chaaaannnuh. Hmmm.

[pauses, then cups his mouth and gives a holler]

MAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRCOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

[Okay, so there's no pool, but it's worth a try. The loud call echoing into the deep abyss makes him seem less scared than he really is.]

... Am I dead? 'Cause it doesn't get much more boring than this.

[the Doctor appears mid-rant, arms crossed]

--little delay with the shuttles and everyone goes mad. Two hours. Two hours! Try two days, two weeks! You sh--

[glances around]

Well. Long as I'm here, I may as well enjoy the lack of whining.