Hacking

I hid that TV, Donna's just the only one pushy enough to find it.

Not that.. that's a bad thing. No brilliant thing, lovely Donna is. Oh yes. And just because I don't laugh like a dying hyena doesn't mean I don't find things funny.

And the chickens were brilliant.

Here's a sign she missed, even though I am fairly convinced you'd have to be a master in Grenvese yoga to master some of these.



And for the record. I don't sing.

This is the Doctor by the way. And Donna's never flying the TARDIS again.

Hacking

Donna didn't give me her password I figured it out for myself. Yes, I am just that brilliant. Though, well, to be fair it wasn't all that hard to figure out. Just a basic knowledge of Donna Noble would make it obvious that her password is clearly... oh, I suppose I shouldn't tell everyone. Not everyone HAS a basic knowledge of Donna Noble. Anyway, I digress, tend to do that from time to time.

Oh yes, this is the Doctor by the way. I presume no other introduction is necessary. You can look me up in the gigantic library in the sky... though, actually, don't recommend going there. Ever. Got a bit of an infestation problem.

Anyway (trying that again), Donna screams too much. Really, the cold is nothing to get worked up over, now I understand that her human physiology is a bit more rubbish than mine is, being superior and all, but still, she's got that lovely coat that should keep her all bundled up, not to mention sixteen other pieces of luggage filled with everything under all the suns.

And I only send her away to protect her. Is that such a hard concept? I mean really, I do all these amazingly self sacrificing things for these people and all they ever do is whinge away about being left behind!

But the TARDIS loves you too Donna, I asked. She said you're one her favourite companions ever. She never quite forgave Romana for putting a hole in the console.