Hey, so the last letter was a bit sad, so here's happy to make up for it. I don't own Doctor Who.
Dear Doctor,
It's Donna. Recently an issue has gone up. You left your pants by the jump seat. Blimey! I come out to find you, ask you where we are and you leave your bloody pants just hanging there? What were they doing off out there anyway space boy? You know what? Never mind, I rather not know. Really though? I come out with my tea and there they are, matching colour of the TARDIS and everything! Next time I see them out and about I'm opening the bloody door and tossing them. Got it? Quit leaving you things all over the place. Not just your pants either! I tripped over your shoes the other day too! Minding my own bussiness walking to the kitchen for a snack and it's like they grew out of the ground! The TARDIS is a woman, or at least you call her 'Old Girl' Which I doubt she likes, no woman wants to be reminded of her age. But also they hate being all dirty. Lord, I can't even imagine your bedroom!
Just pick up your pants and shoes and other article of possibly dangerous clothing items and we wont have a problem.
Donna