Okay, prepare for the randomness of your lifetime!
The doctor walked into the wardrobe room, he had been in such a rush to finish the Olympics and get back to Rose and the TARDIS that he had run too fast and been shaking when he got back, Rose had made him a nice, cool milk shake (which, by the way, wasn't cool, it was a Goth!) and he had been shaking so much he had spilt it all down himself and Rose had asked him to get changed so she could wash his clothes.
So, the doctor walked into the wardrobe room, something fell on his head and slipped around his neck, something multi coloured and stripy, a scarf? NO! Not THE scarf.
He screamed, he cried, he begged it for mercy and eventually dashed in to the coat section, he felt his shoulder whip something off of the hanger, something big, so big it slipped over his shoulders, something black, something smooth, a jacket? NO! Not THE jacket! He yelled and screamed and cried and curled up into a ball, eventually running wildly into the wig section and bashing into a dusty old wardrobe, something fluffy fell off the uppermost shelf, something brown, something big, an Afro? NO! Not THE Afro! He ran, screaming into the console room where he saw Rose and silently swore," Um, Doctor? What where you thinking?" She gasped.
"That's what I want to know!" he said, brushing the clothes off of him and asking Rose to get him some new clothes as he was now mentally scarred and never wanted to go there again!
Ah, what would he do without Rose? A/N: We'll find out next week because my ultimate spoiler is she is going to die!
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