"Happens all the time," the TARDIS said gloomily. "Does he bother to check the readings? No. Does he act sensibly? No. Does he charge right into things? Do I really need to answer that?"
Benihime poured more tea for both of them. "And as for the immensely complicated manipulative plans . . ."
"Oh, yours too?"
"All the time." She sighed. "But what was that gadget yours was flourishing?"
"He calls it a sonic screwdriver," the TARDIS said flatly. "He'll be losing it soon."
Benihime nodded. "I don't tolerate rivals either."
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