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"Martha."
"Rose."
"Martha!"
"Rose!" Derek chucked a pillow in Sam's general direction, pleased when it whacked him right in his stupid face.
Sam muttered a curse or two before throwing the pillow back, hard. "Look, I don't care what you think. Martha is smoking."
"Dude, it's all about Rose," Derek said, smirking. "Rose was badass. Rose didn't take shit from anyone. The Daleks are all, "EXTERMINATE!" and she's all, "Hell no!" and goes all Bad Wolf on their asses. What did Martha do? Oh yeah, she went hiking for a year. Big freaking deal."
"Pssh, whatever," Sam replied. "Agree with me on this: between the two of them, Martha had the best rack."
Derek's grin grew broadly. He turned his attention back onto the computer screen for a little reminder. "Oh, most definitely."