So here I am sitting on my plush pink bed and reading love notes from my adoring Martha when I

come across something that catches my interest. Sexii. The word is absolutely fabulous. I mean I

have been called sexy loads of times, but spelled with two i's instead of a y, is just plain witty.

OMG! I just thought of something smart and clever! Snaps for me! Now I can say 'there is an I in

sexy and that's me!' Oh yay!... Wait! There is one of me and two i's. And one i just isn't the same.

Nooooo! I feel a well deserved pity party coming on. My clever idea! You don't know how hard it

is to think of all these cleaver things. I should most definitely hire some one else to think for me.

THAT'S IT! I can find another sexii person then we can say that together! OH ME! WE CAN HAVE

A SEXII PARTY! The idea alone is fantastic enough to make me squeal in joy! But how do I find

some one as sexii as me? Well of course no one is as sexii as me, but who is the closest? Then it

came to me, Jack! So with another squeal I summoned the man to my quarters.

magical switchey music Switch of POV magical switchey music

I have no idea why the Doctor has called me down so as always I wear my 'unbelievably hot

look' and enter the man's room. The Doctor looks fabulous as always, damn him. Well I have a nicer

arse at least. Reassured, I raise a brow disdainfully. He gives me a serious look, "Jack,

you are sexy, I am sexy. Together we are sexii, so we need to have a SEXII PARTY! Cause sexii

has two i's you and me!"

YAAAAY! I jump up and down squealing in joy I love sexy parties, then what he said hits me. I sit

down to recuperate from the suddenamazingthinking I just did. Then I stare in awe at the

man. "That is sooo deep... Wow!" The Doctor gets a sexy proud look and nods.

---------------- 2 years later--------------

The two grooms kissed as they were pronounced sexii man and man. The arrogance alone

coming from the pair was painfully sexy. Jack was carrying a rather large sexii bump. And

everyone at the wedding knew that together they were going to have the sexiest child ever! And

thus sexy became sexiii…

REVIEW!… reading this story I was deeply scared for my sanity, until the little goblin under the coach told me not to worry… He always makes me feel better when he's not killing peacocks of course; he scares me when he does that.