Originally written for the WOTD Challenge 'scroop': to emit a harsh, grating sound
Disclaimer: Don't own Doctor Who
"Come on, Clara! Will you hurry up, this is important! The fate of the entire universe rests on this very important thing!"
"Hang on, I'm still getting changed."
The Doctor grumbled angrily, kicking a pebble round the floor of the TARDIS. After a gruelling two, maybe three, minutes, Clara burst through the doors of the TARDIS, her hair an unkempt mess and her shirt on back-to-front.
"What is it?"
"Do you happen to know any good music repair shops?" He picked his guitar up from next to the console. "My guitar has started to scroop, it's a highly unsatisfactory sound."