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[thesteelmedium]

Nnn. Delicious scrumptious - I KNOW THAT'S YOU, FAKE. In our apartment! Mine and the Doctor's, the REAL Doctor's! Food doesn't cook itself, and the Doctor doesn't cook either!! Trying to lure me in with the delicious smell of delicious food simmering on the stove, with a hint of - ARGH.

QUICK, SOMEONE, SLAP ME WITH A FISH.

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[masteronhigh]

[makes a fish materialise and slaps her with it]

[thesteelmedium]

[dfkjldshfajh; stumbles around @_@] Th-thanks, Master.

[masteronhigh]

Happy to help, Miss Fey!

[thesteelmedium]

The smell is making me hungry... It's not fair! How come HE can cook and the real Doctor can't?!

[doctoroutintime]

That smell would be a grilled hamburger stuffed with peppers, mozzarella cheese and a bit of tomato paste and thyme.

[thesteelmedium]

[Hear that noise? That's her stomach rumbling from the mere thought of such a delicious morsel. The smell wafting through the hallway doesn't help D:]

[doctoroutintime]

[smirking!] I would be willing to share with you, of course.

[thesteelmedium]

You probably put poison or RAZOR BLADES or something in it.