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 read a fanfic where Rose died and felt like punching a wall. So... this.
Chapter 15: Punching a Wall (100 words)
"What happens if you punch a wall of the TARDIS?"
"Why would you want to punch a wall of the TARDIS? What has she ever done to you?"
"Nothing, but I was just wondering."
"You'd probably break your hand. Well, I'd probably break every bone in my hand, meaning you'd probably break every bone in your arm."
"Oh. Okay."
"Why?"
"Well, I was just wondering if it was a feasible way to vent your anger. Like if someone you knew said something really stupid."
"Why on earth would you punch a wall?"
"I dunno, it might be spongey or something."
A/N: Actually, I do know someone who punched a wall and broke his hand 'cause one of my friends said something ridiculously insensitive. Yeah, I'm not saying anymore than that.
I realize the TARDIS walls don't look remotely spongey. But then again, you never know.