The Iron Gates of Hell
Summary: An angry Donna, according to the Doctor, is unstoppable.
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who nor its characters.
The iron gates of Hell themselves were no match for her when she was angry. She hollered and pounded and threw things and shouted and yelled and fought until there just wasn't anything for it.
"All right, Donna!"
At last the Doctor had to give in. There wasn't anything for it, after all.
But it didn't stop him from complaining as he was forced to turn the TARDIS back.
"I don't see what's so important about this ice cream. You can get ice cream anywhere! You know that, don't you? It's ice cream. Creamed ice! Honestly, Donna. Why's it got to be this specific ice cream all the way back from where we just came? You could have gotten it before we left, you big whiner."
"Don't call me a whiner, alien boy! Just get my bleedin' ice cream before I cream you."
"All right, all right! Humans and their ice cream, honestly!"