Five More Minutes

by thecolouryes

A series of drabbles, branching out from the Doctor meeting fanfiction. 2 NEW: "Unnecessary Sneakiness" "Spoilers" with spoilers for "Let's Kill Hitler" on the last

7. Dialect

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: I really wanted to call this one lilt, but it didn't work. Unfortunately.

Chapter 7: Dialect (100 words)

"You talk funny."

"I talk funny? You're the one with accent."

"Your accent isn't an accent, it's a dialect."

"I have my own dialect?!? SHWEET!"

"Point in case."

"What? It's my fault I watch British TV shows (well, okay one British TV show) that gives me bloody brilliant things like chips (which is a much better word, by the way) and the ability to ramble and not think anything of it (which is pretty cool) and that I say acronyms that maybe aren't meant to be said (like NADCT which is actually the name of a fanfic I wrote)?"

"Yes."

A/N: Amazing. 700 words of c--- pulled out of my a-- tonight. (Sorry, I didn't feel like having to bump up the rating 'cause of my AN.)