"Are you /sure/ this is a good idea?" Clara Oswald asked. She was looking at the older man with raised brows. "Barging in, without A, a psychic paper, B, a sonic screwdriver, and C, anything at all?"

The older man huffed. "Of/course/ it's a good idea," he said. "Because it's /my/ idea." He paused, then nodded. "It's a good idea. I can promise you that."

Clara sighed. "Alright then," she said. "Lets do this."

The Doctor opened the door. "….alright, /bad/ idea. Hello creatures! I am the Doctor, but you probably heard of me." The man flashed the creatures in front of him a faked smile.

Clara went to stand next to him, then stared. "Doctor, what are those?" she asked, without looking away.

"..old friends," the Doctor replied with a slight disgusted voice.

"Hello Doctor," the creature said in a harsh tone. "We meet again."

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The Doctor was bent over the TARDIS console, trying to find some sort of fault.

"So . . old friends, huh?" Clara asked. "They don't seem like old friends to me."

"Old friends, old enemies, what's the difference?" the Doctor asked as he shot up.

"Coordination fault," he said. "Stupid, stupid Doctor." He slapped himself on his forehead.

"How could I not have noticed that?!"

"Maybe because it happens on a regular base," Clara said.

"Oh, shut up you."

"Oi you. Don't tell me to shut up," Clara said, looking at him sternly.

The Doctor turned away from the console. "I'll stop when you will actually shut up for once."

Clara slightly rolled her eyes but smiled. "What are they? Those 'old friends' of you, I mean."

"They're swamp monsters," the Doctor said. "Or, that's what I call them. They're actually frog people who live in a swamp. So swamp monsters."

"They're . . . frogs? Like, actual frogs?"

"Are you even listening to me? /Yes/ like actual frogs."

"Do they . . . I don't know . . . jump on all fours?"

The Doctor stared at her. " . . Jump on all fours?! Are you even listening to yourself?!"

"What? They're frogs. Frogs jump on all fours."

"Not frog /people/. What are you? Some kind of idiot?"

"/Oi/!"

"No, they don't jump on all fours. They walk. Like humans do."

"Do they croak as well?"

"That they do actually, yes."

"So . . non-jumping, croaking . . frog people . ."

"/Now/ you're getting it!"

"And you pissed them off."

" . . That was a very long time ago," the Doctor said. "They should have mentioned they don't eat frog legs."

Clara opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again, not knowing what to say.

"On second thought, I should have known that.."

"You think?" Clara asked, shaking her head. She tried to look outside. "Aren't you going to introduce me tot hem?"

"..Clara..They /HATE/ me."

"You yes, but not me. So introduce me to them."

The Doctor wanted to protest, then let out a deep annoyed sigh. "Fine!"

He led her outside, to where the frog people were patiently waiting for them.

"Erm..hello.." Clara said, a nervous kind of smile forming on her lips as she gave them a slight kind of wave. "I'm Clara."

One of the frog people, the leader, looked at her, stepping towards her.

"I'm Akellocapra," he said. "Leader of the Croakians."

[Should I continue this story? :DDD]