Chapter Thirty-Four: Not My Problem

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"I swear!"

"You're lying through your teeth!" The Doctor shouted. We had all chosen to go out to lunch at a beautiful water-front resteraunt with huge windows that allowed a view of Cardiff Bay.

"It turs out the white things are tusks, and I mean, tusks!"

"I'd have gone bonkers! That's the word, Bonkers!" Rose laughed.

"And it's woken, and it's not happy."

"How oculd you not know it was there?" The Doctor shouted over him.

"And we're standing there, fifteen of us, naked-"

"Naked?!"

"And I'm like, Oh, no, no, it's got nothing to do with me. And then it roars, and we are running. Oh my gosh we are running, and Barkovitch falls, so I turn to him and I say-"

"I know we should've turned left!" Mickey threw in. We all laughed, and the Doctor and Mickey high-fived.

"That's my line!" Jack agreed, laughing.

"I don't beleive you, I don't beleive a word you say, ever! That is so brilliant." I laughed, turning my head to scratch the back of my neck, when I spotted a newspaper in someone's hand. I grabbed the Doctor's arm. He looked at me.

"Everything alright?" He asked. I strolled over to the man reading the paper.

"Sorry sir, if you don't mind, can I borrow the front page?"

"Of course, young lady." He handed me the front page and I took it, reading it. The Doctor appeared at my side, looking over my shoulder. We looked at each other with furrowed eyebrows. Rose looked up at us.

"And I was having such a nice day." The Doctor said, showing her the front page.

New Mayor, New Cardiff

And on the front page, was a picture of Blon Fel-Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen, the female slitheen from Downing Street.

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The five of us headed to City Hall to pay Blon Fel-Fotch Passameer-Day Slitheen a visit.

"According to intelligence, the target is the last surviving member of the Slitheen family, a criminal sect from the planet Rexicoricaphalapatorious, masquerading as a human being, zipped inside a skin suit. Ok, plan of attack, we assume the basic 57-56 strategy, covering all available exits on the ground floor. Doctor you and Katherine go face-to-face, that'll designate Exit 1. I'll cover Exit 2, Rose, you exit 3, Mickey Smith, you take Exit 4. Have you got that?" Jack finished talking and we all just stared at him.

"Excuse me? Whose in charge?" The Doctor asked.

"Sorry, awaiting orders, sir." I turned to the Doctor.

"Ok, here's the plan. Like he said, nice plan. Anything else?"

"Present arms."

"Ready." The Doctor held up his cellphone.

"Ready." I did the same.

"Ready." 

"Ready."

"Ready."

"Speed dial?" Jack asked.

"Yup."

"Ready."

"Check."

"See you in Hell." I smiled at our coordination and followed the Doctor to the Mayor's reception desk.

"Hi, we've come to see the Lord Mayor." I told him.

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