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[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[Donna appears on the plane, somewhat guarded and weary. She looks around for a moment but then relaxes just slightly, pushing her hair out of her face]

Anyone needs me, I'm going to the pub. I need a pint. Or two.

[and thus she begins the trek to the pub]

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[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

[nods a bit] ...You're right, that's bloody confusing. But all right, basically, you were like...a starved lion? Or something like that?

[madamemoiselle]

...? Is that what it's like? I've never seen a lion before.

[notquiteawidow.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I think it is. The romans used to do that. They'd starve a lion for days and then during the fights, they'd set it on the people. It was starved, so it didn't care what was happening, it just wanted food.

...You've never seen a lion? Really? They're big cats, size of flippin' cars and the males have these big furry manes and the females are a bit sleek and 'course they do all the hunting because the males just laze around and- [and off topic much? she coughs]

Anyway. 'S like with lions, yeah?