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In the TARDIS it is quiet, the central column goes up and down up and down in its mounting. Nothing stirs in the TARDIS' endless corridors, except in Rose's bedroom…
"Ooh Doctor, you're not meant to have your hand there."
"Oh sorry, I'll put it here instead shall I?"
"Oh you're mean, that's not fair."
"Oh yes it is, you've got your hand there."
"Suppose. Ok, put your hand, there!"
"Ok."
"Aw, you weren't meant to be able to do that one."
"Well I'm a little more flexible than you think."
"Ooh you are aren't you? Well then, my turn. WAAH."
"Hey you pulled my tie off!"
"Well it was either that or fall off."
"Oh ok I suppose that isn't covered in the rules."
"Right then, now put your foot THERE."
"What? But that'll be painful, what's the point if it's painful?"
"Doctor you promised."
"Oh Ok."
Slurping noise
"Ok now THAT'S cheating Doctor."
"Hey there's nothing in the rules about growing extra legs. It's the advantage of being a Timelord.
"Yes but your extra leg is tickling me."
"Well it was your stupid idea to play this absurd game! What was it called again anyway? Stretcher? Wretcher?"