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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Rose Tyler is sitting on the bar, eating ice cream cake. And there's a pie next to her. Anyway, she's eating ice cream cake straight out of the box with a very large fork that probably belonged to her toddler brother at some point]

Right, well. I have no clue whose face I'm eating, but it's delicious. And almost as good for stress as explosions.

Still, though. An explosion can't hurt.

[By the way. She has a detonator. And she pressed a button and blew up something not too far away on the plane.]

Much better.

Comments

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'm not promising you anything. Just give it back.

[bacchusprince.livejournal.com]

Fine, be a bitch and blow stuff up. [Tosses it at her]

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Thank you.