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Trudging through the thick marshland, the third incarnation of the Time Lord flapped his hands in a speaking motion, mocking the man who was sitting atop his shoulders as he babbled and whined incessantly. He paused only to steady his passenger, who suddenly began to sway, by grabbing on to the legs that swung limply around his chest.
"Oh! Steady on, man!" complained the little fellow.
"Now look here - only one of us here is capable of walking at the moment, and unless you want me to toss you head first in to this bog, I suggest you keep quiet!"