The Doctor had been working on the console wiring when a yell of "Fuck!" startled him, causing him to drop his tool and short out a bit of wiring that was connected to the perpetually broken chameleon circuit. A few seconds later, the person who had uttered the swear came stomping into the control room.
"What's wrong this time?" the Doctor asked his companion.
This particular companion was somewhat trying, being rather particular about things and always demanding the Contra Costa Times each morning, refusing any and all offers of say the San Francisco Chronicle, the San Jose Mercury News - which was basically the same thing with a different name - or even the Modesto Bee which were strangely more procurable aboard the TARDIS. Still, he wasn't as bad as that chain smoker that he'd constantly had to stop for in order to let him out until that Plasmavore got him. Chances were that this particular companion wouldn't be staying much longer though as he'd either leave of his own volition, or he'd grow so tired of him that he'd finally snap and ditch him in the Pliocene.
"Though I don't appreciate it, I can understand the TARDIS translating the Cryptoquotes seeing as the translation thingy is programmed to do that, but this time the goddamn TARDIS has solved my crossword puzzle." his companion snapped as he threw his newspaper onto the console.