I have information for the highest bidder. I am looking at you, Torchwood 3.

Twenty-four hours of copious self-licking wasn't quite enough for my taste.

Arena this, Arena that. Tell me something juicy.

[Slight hum of someone phasing into the flat.]

Don't look now but...

[It seems empty, he sounds surprised, then sounds a 'pft'.]

Well the undead must've gotten to this lot. I'll help myself.

[To that famous coffee--something trills in a high pitch, then a crash and struggle!]

SHIT.

[Whoosh, and the trilling squeals into the distance ( Read more... )

Coffee and tea: two reasons to start a bloody war.

[The sound of a fist banging against a door.]

Fine.

[Then singing.]

Well you tried it just for once, found it all right for kicks. But now you found out that it's a habit that sticks ( Read more... )