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sixwordstories2010-08-30 01:41 pm
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[Gingerly walking to the grocery store.]
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Hey, Donna. What'cha buying? [He gave her a cheerful smile]
[She sighs, she's too tired and in too much pain to acknowledge you're not 'her' Doctor.]
Milk, like you where whining about.
Milk, like you where whining about.
[She just gives him "a LOOK"]
Depends on your definition of 'alright'...
Depends on your definition of 'alright'...
Jack was chasing after a blow fish, the fish almost knocked Donna over onto her backside. Harkness grumbles a bit, as the young fish manages to get away into a sea of traffic. "Fish these days."
[Donna sighs.]
Great just what I need... another hole in my body.
Great just what I need... another hole in my body.
[And Handy is just going to bounce right on after you with a bright smile, happy to assist.] Need a hand?
[Donna doesn't realize you're NOT the Doctor and, well she's in pain, and she's Donna, so yea.]
Ummm you could've gone to get your own milk instead of complaining about us being out, yeah. And if I were feeling better, I'd slap you for it.
Ummm you could've gone to get your own milk instead of complaining about us being out, yeah. And if I were feeling better, I'd slap you for it.
*She pauses as she approaches the store herself* You all right, ma'am?
[She looks at the stranger and nods.]
Yeah, I'm fine...
((OOC: ROFLOL I didn't even consider that!))
Yeah, I'm fine...
((OOC: ROFLOL I didn't even consider that!))
"Donna!" Rory smiled. "They discharged you?"
She smirks, "Didn't have much a choice. The Doctor calls it 'primitive medicine'. So, home I went."
Hey, Donna. What'cha buying? [He gave her a cheerful smile]
[She sighs, she's too tired and in too much pain to acknowledge you're not 'her' Doctor.]
Milk, like you where whining about.
Milk, like you where whining about.
[She just gives him "a LOOK"]
Depends on your definition of 'alright'...
Depends on your definition of 'alright'...
Jack was chasing after a blow fish, the fish almost knocked Donna over onto her backside. Harkness grumbles a bit, as the young fish manages to get away into a sea of traffic. "Fish these days."
[Donna sighs.]
Great just what I need... another hole in my body.
Great just what I need... another hole in my body.
[And Handy is just going to bounce right on after you with a bright smile, happy to assist.] Need a hand?
[Donna doesn't realize you're NOT the Doctor and, well she's in pain, and she's Donna, so yea.]
Ummm you could've gone to get your own milk instead of complaining about us being out, yeah. And if I were feeling better, I'd slap you for it.
Ummm you could've gone to get your own milk instead of complaining about us being out, yeah. And if I were feeling better, I'd slap you for it.
*She pauses as she approaches the store herself* You all right, ma'am?
[She looks at the stranger and nods.]
Yeah, I'm fine...
((OOC: ROFLOL I didn't even consider that!))
Yeah, I'm fine...
((OOC: ROFLOL I didn't even consider that!))
"Donna!" Rory smiled. "They discharged you?"
She smirks, "Didn't have much a choice. The Doctor calls it 'primitive medicine'. So, home I went."
Hey, Donna. What'cha buying? [He gave her a cheerful smile]
[She sighs, she's too tired and in too much pain to acknowledge you're not 'her' Doctor.]
Milk, like you where whining about.
Milk, like you where whining about.
[She just gives him "a LOOK"]
Depends on your definition of 'alright'...
Depends on your definition of 'alright'...
Jack was chasing after a blow fish, the fish almost knocked Donna over onto her backside. Harkness grumbles a bit, as the young fish manages to get away into a sea of traffic. "Fish these days."
[Donna sighs.]
Great just what I need... another hole in my body.
Great just what I need... another hole in my body.
[And Handy is just going to bounce right on after you with a bright smile, happy to assist.] Need a hand?
[Donna doesn't realize you're NOT the Doctor and, well she's in pain, and she's Donna, so yea.]
Ummm you could've gone to get your own milk instead of complaining about us being out, yeah. And if I were feeling better, I'd slap you for it.
Ummm you could've gone to get your own milk instead of complaining about us being out, yeah. And if I were feeling better, I'd slap you for it.
*She pauses as she approaches the store herself* You all right, ma'am?
[She looks at the stranger and nods.]
Yeah, I'm fine...
((OOC: ROFLOL I didn't even consider that!))
Yeah, I'm fine...
((OOC: ROFLOL I didn't even consider that!))
"Donna!" Rory smiled. "They discharged you?"
She smirks, "Didn't have much a choice. The Doctor calls it 'primitive medicine'. So, home I went."
Hey, Donna. What'cha buying? [He gave her a cheerful smile]
[She sighs, she's too tired and in too much pain to acknowledge you're not 'her' Doctor.]
Milk, like you where whining about.
Milk, like you where whining about.
[She just gives him "a LOOK"]
Depends on your definition of 'alright'...
Depends on your definition of 'alright'...
Jack was chasing after a blow fish, the fish almost knocked Donna over onto her backside. Harkness grumbles a bit, as the young fish manages to get away into a sea of traffic. "Fish these days."
[Donna sighs.]
Great just what I need... another hole in my body.
Great just what I need... another hole in my body.
[And Handy is just going to bounce right on after you with a bright smile, happy to assist.] Need a hand?
[Donna doesn't realize you're NOT the Doctor and, well she's in pain, and she's Donna, so yea.]
Ummm you could've gone to get your own milk instead of complaining about us being out, yeah. And if I were feeling better, I'd slap you for it.
Ummm you could've gone to get your own milk instead of complaining about us being out, yeah. And if I were feeling better, I'd slap you for it.
*She pauses as she approaches the store herself* You all right, ma'am?
[She looks at the stranger and nods.]
Yeah, I'm fine...
((OOC: ROFLOL I didn't even consider that!))
Yeah, I'm fine...
((OOC: ROFLOL I didn't even consider that!))
"Donna!" Rory smiled. "They discharged you?"
She smirks, "Didn't have much a choice. The Doctor calls it 'primitive medicine'. So, home I went."
Hey, Donna. What'cha buying? [He gave her a cheerful smile]
[She sighs, she's too tired and in too much pain to acknowledge you're not 'her' Doctor.]
Milk, like you where whining about.
Milk, like you where whining about.
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