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‘Just for the record: this is your fault!’ cried Donna, sprinting through the expansive corridors of the space castle.
The Doctor ran alongside her. ‘How could I know that the Veluxi king wouldn’t exactly be swept off his feet by my party poppers?’
‘Since they actually swept him off his feet,’ Donna offered, panting. ‘And set him on fire. Alongside the entire throne room.’
‘Ah, right. Guess they only work in dimensionally transcendental spaces. But you can’t turn up at a birthday party empty-handed!’
A laser blast smashed into the wall next to them.
‘Anyway, back to the TARDIS! Quickly!’
They raced through the winding corridors, constantly turning corners and trying to shake off the raging mob.
‘Next time, really just bake a cake!’
‘Nah, I’m not much of a baker.’
‘Of course. Obviously, you’re more of a party pooper, aren’t you?’
Another laser blast from their pursuers flashed by their heads before the Doctor could retort.
‘At least, let me choose the present next time,’ Donna pressed on.
The shouts of the armed guards behind them grew angrier by the minute.
‘Alright, alright—but first, let’s make sure there is a next time.’ He grabbed her hand. ‘Run!’