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*ponders*
What should I write?
Good suggestions may result in commentfic. Sensible suggestions like "your Avatar Big Bang, because you've had Azula and Toph stuck in an underground lake for weeks and they're starting to get cranky" will be met with eyedarts.
Good suggestions may result in commentfic. Sensible suggestions like "your Avatar Big Bang, because you've had Azula and Toph stuck in an underground lake for weeks and they're starting to get cranky" will be met with eyedarts.
C'Mon and Help Me Sing It!
What they found were a lot of crying Vogons. And vomiting Vogons. Vogons who were bleeding from the ears. Vogons who were trying to eat their own toes.
"What happened?" the Doctor asked.
"You can't seriously tell me you're immune to Vogon poetry," Jack added.
Rose shrugged. "I remembered what you said about it. Before they cracked a book, I gave them a reading of my own."
"You write poetry?"
It was a measure of Jack's distraction that he hardly made it sound sleazy at all.
"No," said Rose, "but I know the lyrics to every Spice Girls song ever released. And a bunch of the unreleased stuff that got leaked onto the internet." She shrugged. "I've got a good memory for bad lyrics."
They made their escape before the Vogons could recover. Then the Doctor made Rose purge her CD collection from the TARDIS.
"She's very sensitive," he said.
"Even Victoria Beckham's solo stuff? That saved my life back there!"
"Especially Victoria Beckham's solo stuff."
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Re: C'Mon and Help Me Sing It!
Stop right now, thank you very much,
I need somebody with the human touch,
Hey you, always on the run,
Gotta slow it down baby, gotta have some fun
....I do not want to vid this to Nine/Rose now. Really.
I hate you.
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(Also, Victoria Beckham had solo stuff? No, no, please don't share. Really. Don't.)
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