Oscar the Grouch
lorelaisquared and I were trading emails comparing Oscar the Grouch to the Ninth Doctor. Squid, this is in response to your last email:
Title: Oscar the Grouch
Author: Gioia
Characters: Nine, Rose
Rated: G
Summary: “How ‘m I like a green Muppet livin’ in a trash can?”
“Once again, Doctor, your big gob lands us in a cell,” Rose groused from her corner of the stone floor.
“My big gob!” the Doctor objected. “You’re the one who told that guard he looked a bit peckish.”
“I was being polite! Big dinner and he had to just stand there watchin' everyone. How was I supposed to know he’d take it as an insult? Not my fault his big nose looks like a beak! Anyways, you’re the one who told the King that their entire planet was run down compared to the way the last king ran things!”
“It is! Did you see the trash out on the streets when we came in? It’s like Oscar the Grouch is running the planet. Rhamslephth III never would’ve let it get that bad!”
Rose snorted.
“What?”
“Oscar the Grouch? You’re comparing ‘im to Oscar the Grouch?”
“Yeah, so what? Jim Henson. Brilliant man. Told him he needed a doctor, but he said it was just a little cold, stupid ape.”
“Oscar the Grouch!” Rose laughed. “You’ve got more in common with Oscar the Grouch than that king!”
He glared at her indignantly. “How ‘m I like a green Muppet livin’ in a trash can?”
Rose began ticking off her fingers. “One, it’s bigger on the inside.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Two, you’re the biggest grouch I’ve ever met.”
“Oi!”
“And three, have you seen your housekeeping? Weren’t for me ‘n the TARDIS, you might as well be living in a trashcan.”
“Keep this up, and you’ll find yourself hitching a ride back home.”
“Nah, you need me.”
“Oh, you think so?”
“Yeah, who else is gonna ask you what happened when you met Jim Henson?”
He grinned.
Title: Oscar the Grouch
Author: Gioia
Characters: Nine, Rose
Rated: G
Summary: “How ‘m I like a green Muppet livin’ in a trash can?”
“Once again, Doctor, your big gob lands us in a cell,” Rose groused from her corner of the stone floor.
“My big gob!” the Doctor objected. “You’re the one who told that guard he looked a bit peckish.”
“I was being polite! Big dinner and he had to just stand there watchin' everyone. How was I supposed to know he’d take it as an insult? Not my fault his big nose looks like a beak! Anyways, you’re the one who told the King that their entire planet was run down compared to the way the last king ran things!”
“It is! Did you see the trash out on the streets when we came in? It’s like Oscar the Grouch is running the planet. Rhamslephth III never would’ve let it get that bad!”
Rose snorted.
“What?”
“Oscar the Grouch? You’re comparing ‘im to Oscar the Grouch?”
“Yeah, so what? Jim Henson. Brilliant man. Told him he needed a doctor, but he said it was just a little cold, stupid ape.”
“Oscar the Grouch!” Rose laughed. “You’ve got more in common with Oscar the Grouch than that king!”
He glared at her indignantly. “How ‘m I like a green Muppet livin’ in a trash can?”
Rose began ticking off her fingers. “One, it’s bigger on the inside.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Two, you’re the biggest grouch I’ve ever met.”
“Oi!”
“And three, have you seen your housekeeping? Weren’t for me ‘n the TARDIS, you might as well be living in a trashcan.”
“Keep this up, and you’ll find yourself hitching a ride back home.”
“Nah, you need me.”
“Oh, you think so?”
“Yeah, who else is gonna ask you what happened when you met Jim Henson?”
He grinned.