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The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things!

--um, what was next? Oh. Right.

Of shoes! And...um, ships? And sealing wax! Of cabbages--ew, and kings!

I don't remember the rest. I think there was something 'bout oysters. Which are gross. They're all slimy and have sand in them and last time I ate them, I got sick.

((Because the TARDIS is in need of some crack. Rose Tyler, age five! Again! Yaaay--*shot*))

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I don't wanna.

. . . I am really not kidding, Rose.

So?

So you're going to be in a great deal of trouble if you don't get down here.

I'm going to be in trouble if I do!

No, you won't.

Yes I will. So I'll just stay here.

You might fall and hurt yourself.

So?

. . . What, that's not enough of a motivation?

No.

. . . It usually is for most people.

So?

You're very difficult to talk to, you know.

I do now.

I suppose knowing is half the battle.

I like it here.

You won't when it gets dark.

I'll....find a light.

What, up in a tree?

You're making fun of me. [Pouts] That's not nice. [Then, more seriously!] I'm not scared of the dark. [Even though we all know she is]

[very patiently] I am not making fun of you. And I suppose it wouldn't be very nice if I had been.

. . . And right, then. If you're not afraid of the dark, it still gets rather cold around here at night.

I'll be fine.

Right, right. Should I leave you alone, then?

. . . In the cold, and in the dark? With hardly any light sources around?

[......meep] Um. Maybe.