A/N: I really have no idea where this came from! For the uninitiated, meggings are leggings for men. They look something like this: ./img/blogs/Hitting_the_headlines/Blog_headlines_Mar30_ and are to be avoided at all costs.
'I don't understand,' the Doctor said quietly.
'What?' the Master sneered.
'The peroxide! And the tracky-bums! You've gone from dapper-looking businessman to someone who, quite frankly, looks like they've been found lying in the gutter of a council estate.'
The Master shrugged. 'People evolve. I wanted a style change.'
'Style change?' spat the Doctor, flabbergasted.
'Yep, you watch it,' the Master smirked. 'Next time I come back, it's in meggings and fake tan.'
'Sweet Rassilon, no!' screamed the Doctor, falling to his knees. 'Take over the universe, do whatever you want. Just don't bring out the meggings!'
'Really? OK!' grinned the Master and went off to make evil plans.
***
'Doctor!' screamed Martha, staring at the glowing body before her. 'Oh my God!'
'Doctor...' Donna said quietly, wiping her eyes.
'What was it? What killed him?' Wilf asked in a trembling voice, turning to Jack.
The Torchwood leader cleared his throat. 'The official story is that it was a giant nuclear bomb. The truth is, however, that it was the sight of Davros making his return – in harem pants.'
With that the group of companions dissolved into sobs, although whether they were crying with sadness or laughter, no one would ever say.