A very strange, short story. This is not meant to be serious writing at all and this story is just some random thought I had. I'm not entirely sure why I wrote this.

Clara handed the Doctor her raspberry soufflé that had taken five hours to make. The baked delicacy was a rich pink color and was sprinkled with dark chocolate choco. Baked in a dark brown ceramic dish, it was pretty for a foodstuff. Clara truly believed she had finally perfected the complicated dessert known as the soufflé. Everyone always complained about her seemingly "terrible" soufflés, but she knew in her heart that this would not happen this time. This time, the Doctor would take one bite of it and pronounce it his favorite dish, in all of time and space that he had traveled. He took it and eyed it suspiciously, then grabbed a spoon and scooped a bit into his mouth.

"HOLY BALL OF GAS CALLED THE SUN-"

She squealed in delight. Apparently he loved it! But the Doctor unfortunately wasn't finished reviewing the soufflé.

"THAT WAS THE WORST THING I'D EVER EATEN! IT TASTED LIKE BURNT CHICKEN NUGGETS THAT HAD BEEN SOAKED IN SCRAMBLED EGGS THEN GRILLED IN BARBEQUE SAUCE THEN ROLLED IN FROSTING. I actually feel sick.

I think I am sick. We should probably go to a hospital." The Doctor said. He threw the rest of the soufflé on the floor then stopped his foot on it.

Clara's heart fell a little bit with each word. She had spent three hundred minutes baking the treat, and he hated it and was rude. Staring at the floor where the soufflé had been smashed, a golden light appeared. It seemed to have come from the Doctor.

"I'M REGENERATING!" screamed the Doctor, before exploding into yellow, sparkles of light.

The companion fell backward and was blinded for a second by the light. Suddenly the light stopped and there was a new face. "YOU DUMB!" He yelled.

This was a disaster.