A/N: A short story to commemorate the end of 'mo'vember. And yes, I know. It's been a while since I've updates. So sue me.
The Hairy Face-eating Slug…Of Doom
Alien newspapers…why can't the Doctor stock a single Sydoriv paper? Brittany sighed, and folded the Alpha Centaurian newspaper away. Speaking of which, the Doctor had disappeared for quite a while. Actually, she hadn't realised it until now, but he'd been gone for nearly a whole three weeks. Surely spring cleaning the TARDIS didn't take that long? Or at least, spring cleaning the bits they actually used. It was then that the library door opened, admitting a very crumpled Doctor.
"Speak of the devil," Brittany said with a grin, but the smiled promptly fell off her face as she shrieked in terror. "What is that!"
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. "What is what?"
"That…THING! That thing living under your nose!" Brittany cried, pointing at his face.
He just stared. "It's called a moustache Brittany. You know, facial hair? For movember?"
"I know what a mo is Doctor," Brittany said, jumping up onto a low table, "but that isn't one. That is like some kind of… hairy face-eating slug, living under your nose. Of Doom!"
"But –"
"GET RID OF IT!"
The Doctor could see that it was no use arguing with her right now, and stalked out of the room in search of his razor. Brittany watched him go, shaking her head in dismay. "Bloody movember. And it's not even November anymore." She turned back to the rack of newspapers. "Okay, Sydoriv…"