"It's a good job you feel bad," the Doctor snapped, taking another few steps back. "We wouldn't want anything less, Jack. Anything less."
He felt like he was a ball of carbonation that had been shaken up and hard. He'd held it in since the previous evening, even held it in as he opened the door, ready to let Jack out. And now, after all this relaxing, he couldn't hold onto it anymore.
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Date: 2010-03-22 02:16 am (UTC)He felt like he was a ball of carbonation that had been shaken up and hard. He'd held it in since the previous evening, even held it in as he opened the door, ready to let Jack out. And now, after all this relaxing, he couldn't hold onto it anymore.
"And do what, Jack? Let you suffer?"