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Great blue box. Anybody seen it?

License plate. Right. Erm, no.

Right.

Remember anything about the truck? Like if it had its company printed on it, or anything?

Hmmmm...

Something, something "shipping lines".

That's not very helpful. Think maybe you're kinda screwed for a while, Doctor.

Never understood why you don't have a remote control for her. Lord knows this isn't the first time this's happened...

How was I supposed to know the giant metal box was just a big tote bag?

The TARDIS is a magnificently complex and advanced piece of machinery. Besides, the batteries for a remote would be the size of my head.

You didn't even stop to look what it was when you got out of it?

You manage to power that sonic screwdriver with something the size of a couple Double As, so why not? I thought you were supposed to be a genius.

Like I said, didn't think it would move.

I am! Didn't have lorries with license plates growing up.

Yeah yeah, you're a Time Lord, not of this earth, blah blah. I didn't have a telephone growin' up, doesn't mean I don't have one now! And you've got a couple hundred years of no-excuses on me.

I'd suggest magic, but something tells me you're gonna want science to fix this one.

I don't even get a pass for having other things on my mind at the time? Funny, squishy, tentacle-having things?

Never did like magic very much.

Nonetheless! You park in the back of a truck, it's your own fault if the truck drives off. I've got no sympathy for you, buddy. But I'll sure as heck help you look for it.

I doubt you've ever seen it done right. Everyone in this universe is so... amateurish.

Oh, thanks heaps.

I'll, er... *holds up sonic screwdriver* stick to my science, thanks.

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