But now that they were safely back in the TARDIS, they were going to suffer.
Well, that was the plan.
Actually, it turned out that they had no intention of that happening.
First, they dragged him into the rarely-used TV room and sat him down with a cup of tea, milk and two sugars, just as he liked it. He began to think maybe he'd let them off a bit lighter than he'd planned; they obviously felt a bit guilty. Jack was tinkering with the rather large TV set. He wondered just how much tinkering it really needed, given that it was a self-repairing model, but considering his own love of tinkering with the TARDIS, he decided he could let Jack play around if he wanted. He was a good enough mechanic that he wasn't likely to blow anything up.
He was just starting to get comfortable when a disturbingly familiar face popped up on the screen.
His own.
Rose collapsed in a heap of giggles, apparently unable to contain her laughter as his dancing antics were displayed once more.
"How did you... why did you... huh?" he spluttered, not quite able to believe his eyes.
Jack's face emerged from behind the screen, a huge grin plastered across it.
"Ah, the joys of twenty-first century mobile technology," he said happily. "There's nothing quite like filming someone doing something utterly ridiculous when they have no idea you're doing it."
"You used your phone?" the Doctor asked, rounding on Rose, wide-eyed. She had the grace to look slightly sheepish, but it didn't stop her snickering. "You dared to film the last of the Time Lords idancing/i to that ridiculous music?!"
"There's nothing wrong with dancing, Doctor," Jack interjected. "As I recall, you were dancing quite a lot the night we first met."
"Yes, but not on my own, not in front of a panel of judges, and most definitely not wearing a purple tutu!"
"Well, no," replied Jack, looking as if he was about to burst with the effort of not laughing. "But the principle's the same."
"Although we should say, we are very glad that you did dance," said Rose, managing to control her laughter for a moment and placing a consoling hand on his arm.
"I should think so too." The Doctor nodded stiffly and leaned back into his seat. "I did save your lives, after all."
"Yeah, of course." Jack sat down next to Rose at the other end of the sofa, raised the volume, then turned to face him with a wicked grin. "We're ivery/i grateful. This video's absolutely priceless."