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Shoulders sagging, hands thrust deep into the pockets of his cricket whites, the Doctor stomped back into the TARDIS. Out of breath, clinging to either side of the console, Tegan and Turlough examined their wounds and glowered in his direction.
“I had no idea rabbits could be so vicious…” said Turlough as he poked his finger through the bite hole in his blazer, “…or the size of a goat.”
Tegan tugged at her ripped sweater.
“How did you get away intact?” she asked the still immaculate Doctor.
“Intact?” he glared at her. “Intact?! I paid the scoundrels off with my celery!”