She leaned back against the control panel, accidentally shifting the Purple Lever – colours after all being an important identifier – three spec degrees South.
“So?”
The Doctor frowned at her, decided ignoring the Purple Lever for now would be easier that getting his latest Companion to move, and went back to adjusting the Automated Pan-dimensional Rear View (which admittedly went more often by the moniker of ‘The Squiggly Bit’).
“So it’s Police Blue. Or Royal Blue, or what ever it is that they call it.”
“It most certainly is not! It’s the bluest blue ever. Incomparable, because you can’t compare anything else to a TARDIS, not at all, and especially not to my TARDIS, thank you very much.”
Finished with The Squiggly Bit, he glanced again at the Purple Lever, but moved on instead to the Zebra Handle.
“You lot might run around defining yourselves by comparisons,” he continued, “but the TARDIS is unique. Uniquely herself, aren’t you old girl? Besides, I’m sure it’s not polite. Is it polite to say you look like someone else? I’m sure it can’t be.”
The Zebra Handle didn’t really need any encouragement to be honest, but he loosened and tightened a bolt so that it didn’t feel left out.
“So what is it then?”
The Doctor turned to look at her, exasperated. What was it with humans, who always had to ask even when – especially when – they wouldn’t be able to understand the answers?
“She is a TARDIS. A blue TARDIS, TARDIS Blue.”
He stepped closer and waved his screwdriver under her nosey nose. (Not that it wasn’t a nice nose.)
“Now, please move. I have to fix the positioning of the Purple Lever.”
Bluest Blue Ever (Gen, U)
She leaned back against the control panel, accidentally shifting the Purple Lever – colours after all being an important identifier – three spec degrees South.
“So?”
The Doctor frowned at her, decided ignoring the Purple Lever for now would be easier that getting his latest Companion to move, and went back to adjusting the Automated Pan-dimensional Rear View (which admittedly went more often by the moniker of ‘The Squiggly Bit’).
“So it’s Police Blue. Or Royal Blue, or what ever it is that they call it.”
“It most certainly is not! It’s the bluest blue ever. Incomparable, because you can’t compare anything else to a TARDIS, not at all, and especially not to my TARDIS, thank you very much.”
Finished with The Squiggly Bit, he glanced again at the Purple Lever, but moved on instead to the Zebra Handle.
“You lot might run around defining yourselves by comparisons,” he continued, “but the TARDIS is unique. Uniquely herself, aren’t you old girl? Besides, I’m sure it’s not polite. Is it polite to say you look like someone else? I’m sure it can’t be.”
The Zebra Handle didn’t really need any encouragement to be honest, but he loosened and tightened a bolt so that it didn’t feel left out.
“So what is it then?”
The Doctor turned to look at her, exasperated. What was it with humans, who always had to ask even when – especially when – they wouldn’t be able to understand the answers?
“She is a TARDIS. A blue TARDIS, TARDIS Blue.”
He stepped closer and waved his screwdriver under her nosey nose. (Not that it wasn’t a nice nose.)
“Now, please move. I have to fix the positioning of the Purple Lever.”