"So, a time machine that can travel through the whole of time and space, and you want to use it to get into a shopping sale?"
"I asked you to use it to do that, didn't I?" Clara leaned on the console of the TARDIS, flashing a cheeky grin at the Doctor. He waved his arms in the air in defeat, shooing her off it.
"Fine; fine. Shopping it is..." He mumbled, leading her out of the doors of the big blue box. Grinning, he adjusted his bow-tie as Clara scowled.
"I said I wanted to catch a sale!" She said in annoyance.
"You didn't specify which time." The Doctor grinned again, shutting the TARDIS doors behind them. "It's time I go by. So, welcome to the biggest sale in the galaxy! Maru Prime, 3366; the Golden Era. Or the Aeon of Benevolent, should I say."
"And why do you admire this, ehm, 'Aeon' so much?"
"Because it's where they made the grav-cycles." He grinned again, giving in to the urge to tweak his bowtie. Then, he re-opened the TARDIS doors, disappearing inside and emerging with his own grav-cycle. "Hop on - we're gonna be late to the sale."