'I told you Doctor , it goes under!'
'And I told you , Donna Noble , it goes over! Its easier that way ! More accessaible!'
'It always goes under, that way you're not wiping your hands on it!' She argued back .
' Over the roll!'
' Under it!'
The Doctor was holding the roll of toilet paper in his hand, as they stood cramped in the small toilet, he had been doing his usual check of the TARDIS, seeing what needed to done, when he noticed the empty toilet roll, Donna had forgot to change it , he had called Donna in , and for the past five minutes, they had been arguing about the way the toilet paper went.
The Doctor shot Donna a glare. ' It goes over the roll! I've always had the rolls go over. Its very…'
' Spaceman? Alien? Martian? TimeBoy?' Donna suggested.
' I was going to say manly. But, theres one way to decide this.' He shut his eyes.
The Rolls go under.. his ship told him. He groaned, and put the roll of paper on the roll.
' Of course sexy would identify with a woman' he complained. Donna muttered under her breath.
' You call your ship sexy ?'
' You weren't supposed to hear that!'
' But I'm glad I did! Of course sexy wanted to agree with me! The ship is female, not a manly Martain Spaceman Alien!'