'Ouch, ouch, OUCH! It burns!'
Donna could hear the Doctors screams and the occasional cursing from the galley, where she was cooking dinner. Concerned, she put down the knife she was holding , and followed the yells of pain to the Doctors bedroom door.
'Oh my Gallifrey! Why do you humans insist on doing this to yourselves!' she heard him behind the closed door as she arrived.
'Doctor, are you alright? Let me in' she called, knocking on the door.
'Donna, is that you? Help me, please ! ' he called back, his voice strained.
'Who else would it be, duh' she called back , opening the door wide.
The sight before her eyes half wished she had a camera ready .
She couldn't believe her eyes. '
The Doctor, in his boxers, suit jacket and shirt still on, sitting on the bed, with a wax strip tossed aside, just laying there, and one leg hairless.
'Oh. My .God' she murmered.
'Doing a bit of man scaping? ' she teased, holding back a laugh at the sight before her eyes.
'I wanted to see what it felt like' he explained, staring at her. She sighed .Then Donna saw the brand.
'Doctor, you do realise that these are ladies wax strips don't you? You. Big. Girl.'
She really wished she had a camera ready at the priceless look on his face.