...Opening her eyes for the first time, in what seemed like ages, GorrilaToeMan looks at her surroundings. That's strange. The last thing she remembers is being in her room, in front of her computer, getting ready to write more fanfics. The next moment, she's here, in the TARDIS, surrounded by a group of angry-looking Doctor Who characters.

"Are you GorrilaToeMan?" asks the Doctor.

"Depends," she asks. "Who wants to know?"

"The Doctor."

"You're not mad at me...are you?"

"...But you're a girl," pipes in Donna. "Why in the world would you call yourself 'GorrilaToe–MAN'?"

"Ummm..."

"That's beside the point, Donna." says the Doctor. To GorrilaToeMan: "We have summoned you, to complain about some of the stories that you have been posting."

"Yeah," interrupts Jack. "You made me impotent."

"You made me eat a pie, filled with people parts..." says Rose.

"...And you made me love the Doctor," pipes in Donna, again.

"But...but. That was just a drea..."

"Hello! People! Didn't I tell you to let me do the talking, hmmm?" complains the Doctor. To GorrilaToeMan, yet again:

"So... We are warning you once, and we are warning you now. No more posting of such stories." The look of the oncoming storm can be seen in his eyes.

"But...I'm not the only one, you see. There are many more writers out there, writing much worse fics than I am. Why haven't you brought THEM in for intervening?" Her voice sounds shaky.

"Well...um. I don't know." All 'fire' is lost from his expression.

"So...do we get to beat up the little twerp, now?" asks Donna.

"No, no no. Nobody is going to beat up anybody."

"Yeah. You know," says Jack to Donna, "I was more than willing to, when I thought it was a guy writing the stories. But now that I see that it is a girl, I'm not so sure now."

"...he's right," Rose relents.

"Well, I still have no problem with that." Donna reaches up her hand, ready to slap, when suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a Dalek appears.

"DOC-TOR, I LOVE YOU!" Everybody begins to freak, except GorrilaToeMan who, taking advantage of this moment of chaos, sneaks away.

End.