Five More Minutes
Disclaimer: If I owned a sonic screwdriver, it'd make the sound AND light up. Not just light up. Unfortunately, I don't – I don't even have a light-up-noise-making pen that looks like it. Ergo, I couldn't possibly be the alien using the alias "Russel T. Davies."
A/N: My computer's being slow. Well, my internet's being slow. So... a fourth drabble.
Chapter 4: CD Drive (100 words)
The teen twisted the monitor around haphazardly, looking at every side of the thing. "Where's the damn CD drive on this thing?"
"Where's what?"
"The CD drive! You know, the little slot that you slide the CD into. Or the thing that comes out and you rest the CD on, and then you shove it back in. Well, you're not supposed to shove it back in, but I do anyway and I've only broken one CD drive and that was because it stuck and I took a screwdriver – not a sonic one – to it."
"Is that what I sound like?"
A/N: That was fun. Like... a lot of it. I'll stop for a bit now.