Disclaimer: I'm still working on my other stuff, I swear.
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"Right," Martha said, careening around the console. "So I pull this lever--"
An angry whistle cut through the grinding of the TARDIS.
She moved her hand. "This lever?"
A chitter of assent prompted Martha to pull the indicated lever, and the TARDIS' hum changed pitch. This was encouraging, but it didn't stop Martha from glaring at her companion.
"You just had to get yourself bitten," she groused. "And not even by something impressive…"
The Doctor sat up, tossed his head back, and let out a piercing, indignant cry.
"Oh, shut it." Martha shook her head. "Bloody were-prairie-dogs… what next?"
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The end! Unless the masses demand more...