Skewed Logic
Yet another door was opened by the Doctor as he searched for Brittany. "Where could she be?" he muttered to himself, leaving a trail of scattered boxes in his wake as he tore apart the room in search of his companion. "I've checked everywhere she likes to go. The kitchen, her bedroom, the entertainment centre… everywhere!"
Just as the Doctor was about to give up, a very loud, and extremely rude word echoed down the empty corridors of the TARDIS, one that the Time Lord hadn't heard anyone other than Captain Jack dare to utter. Despite the rudeness of this apparently un-transcribable swearword, the Doctor decided to take the risk and trace it back to its origins.
Now, I would love to say that the Doctor walked for miles through cavernous corridors, battling all sorts of dastardly monsters with only a pair of chopsticks and half a toothpick, but this is unfortunately not true, and my tale must therefore be cut unceremoniously short. The Time Lord did manage to trace the rude word back to one room he hadn't thought to search – the study room.
He opened the door with a quiet squeak. "Brittany?" he called softly, in case that swearword was going to end up as a precursor to violence. "Are you here?"
A face appeared from behind a pile of books. "Mmm?" Brittany said, a snapped pencil in her hands, obviously the source of her frustration. "What is it?"
The Doctor shrugged. "I was wondering where you had gotten to, because I just made dinner, which is good old fish and chips by the way, though it's probably gone cold by now 'cause I spent all this time searching for you, so I'll have to start cooking again…what are you doing in the study room anyway?"
It was Brittany's turn to shrug. "Trying to be evil." She returned back to what she was doing, which just happened to be sharpening her broken pencil in a clunky old electric sharpener.
"Look, you know I don't approve of … evilness, but how is hiding out in a study room going to help you?"
Brittany paused, and tapped her fatally sharp pencil against the desk. "Well, corruption and evil are synonymous with each other right?" The Doctor raised an eyebrow, but nodded for her to continue. "They say that knowledge is power, and that power corrupts, so, the more I know, the more evil I am!" she finished triumphantly, returning to the textbook in front of her.
"Dinner'll be in the kitchen if you want it," the Doctor offered slowly as he sidled out of the room, an entirely confused look on his face. "Study hard."