Vwoorpvwoorpvweoooirpvweeoooorp went the TARDIS, as it materialized in a kitchen. The Doctor steps out of it. "Stop!" he cries.
"Why?" asked the hungry pig. "I need me some pancakes, man. Gotta have some."
"Because," the Doctor said," those pancakes are...poisoned!"
"Whaaaaaaat? "the pig squealed." No! Liar!"
"No, I'll bloody prove it you ungrateful swine." The Doctor points the sonic at the pig's pancakes.
Vwoovwoovwoovreeeeeeeem! "Well that proves it I'm afraid these pancakes must be burned."
"No! Not my precious, puffy, plump, perfect pancakes!"
The stack lights up, and a poor, paling piggy is left to stare at the flaming remains as the Doctor silently leaves, zooming away, probably to traumatize more pigs.