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This is the result of it being the week of Christmas and I've already mentally checked out of...everything.
Rose: Doctor. Dooooctoooooor. Time to get a Christmas tree!
Doctor: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Jackie: Get a move on, Rose! All the good trees will be gone! As will all the bananas since this is another universe and bananas are really big at Christmas.
Rose: Don't you think I know that?
Doctor: [suddenly is dreaming about big bananas]
Rose: Doctor, if you don't get up right now, I'm letting you do all the shopping with my Mum. WITHOUT ME.
Doctor: BE GONE, EVIL BANANA!!! Hold on, that was the dream. BE GONE, SHOPPING WITH JACKIE!!!
Rose: Erm...wow. He sprinted out in his jim-jams.
Jackie: This is the part where I'm offended, right?
Rose: Doctor? Can you put on some clothes before we go tree shopping? Please?
Doctor: NO TIME! ALONE-TIME WITH JACKIE IS AT STAKE.
Jackie: OH PUT ON SOME TROUSERS YOU DAFT DAFT MAN!
Doctor: SO IT BEGINS!
Rose: Right. Doctor? Can we start over? Start over without freaking out? Let's go get a tree, with clothes, and no chance of you and my Mum spending any time by yourselves. I mean together. You know what I mean.
Doctor: Oh cheers for that!
Doctor: Lovely day to get a Christmas tree. Ooh, can't wait for that tree smell.
Rose: Note to self, NEVER threaten my Mum to him again. NEVER.
Doctor: Rose, I think I've found our tree.
Rose: Heee. I like having a joint tree.
Doctor: Me too.
Doctor: It's that one.
Rose: The one that's 3 stories high?
Doctor: Isn't it brilliant?
Rose: Yeah, any thoughts how to get it into our place?
Doctor: I suppose it is a bit big.
Rose: Just a touch.
Doctor: Thank goodness for Time Lord technology.
Rose: Oh, the whole bigger-on-the-inside thing?
Doctor: Not exactly. This is the Fir Tree Reducer of Rassilon.
Rose: In that case, I love it.
Doctor: Just remind me to get rid of it in a week or else it'll spring back to full size.
Rose: Of course it will.
Rose: Doctor. Dooooctoooooor. Time to get a Christmas tree!
Doctor: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Jackie: Get a move on, Rose! All the good trees will be gone! As will all the bananas since this is another universe and bananas are really big at Christmas.
Rose: Don't you think I know that?
Doctor: [suddenly is dreaming about big bananas]
Rose: Doctor, if you don't get up right now, I'm letting you do all the shopping with my Mum. WITHOUT ME.
Doctor: BE GONE, EVIL BANANA!!! Hold on, that was the dream. BE GONE, SHOPPING WITH JACKIE!!!
Rose: Erm...wow. He sprinted out in his jim-jams.
Jackie: This is the part where I'm offended, right?
Rose: Doctor? Can you put on some clothes before we go tree shopping? Please?
Doctor: NO TIME! ALONE-TIME WITH JACKIE IS AT STAKE.
Jackie: OH PUT ON SOME TROUSERS YOU DAFT DAFT MAN!
Doctor: SO IT BEGINS!
Rose: Right. Doctor? Can we start over? Start over without freaking out? Let's go get a tree, with clothes, and no chance of you and my Mum spending any time by yourselves. I mean together. You know what I mean.
Doctor: Oh cheers for that!
Doctor: Lovely day to get a Christmas tree. Ooh, can't wait for that tree smell.
Rose: Note to self, NEVER threaten my Mum to him again. NEVER.
Doctor: Rose, I think I've found our tree.
Rose: Heee. I like having a joint tree.
Doctor: Me too.
Doctor: It's that one.
Rose: The one that's 3 stories high?
Doctor: Isn't it brilliant?
Rose: Yeah, any thoughts how to get it into our place?
Doctor: I suppose it is a bit big.
Rose: Just a touch.
Doctor: Thank goodness for Time Lord technology.
Rose: Oh, the whole bigger-on-the-inside thing?
Doctor: Not exactly. This is the Fir Tree Reducer of Rassilon.
Rose: In that case, I love it.
Doctor: Just remind me to get rid of it in a week or else it'll spring back to full size.
Rose: Of course it will.