“Can’t you stabilize her? If we carry on like this, there won’t be much of the world left to save.”
“I AM TRYING, MYCROFT! Being an airline captain doesn’t automatically mean you can fly any bloody thing you want! This is a TARDIS for heaven’s sake! It’s not like I have this on a flight simulator!”
“Sherlock, any luck contacting the Doctor yet?”
“He’s not replying to my texts.”
“Call him!”
“I prefer to text, Martin. You know that.”
“We are on a collision course into New Scotland Yard, I don’t think this is the time for texting!”
“We wouldn’t be on a colllision course if you knew how to fly her.”
“Don’t you dare blame me, Sherlock. We wouldn’t even be in this mess if we just took a cab instead of stealing an alien time machine!”
“Calm down now, both of you.”
“SHUT UP, MYCROFT!”
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Holmes brothers bickering in the TARDIS? I don’t exactly know either.
What am I doing with my lunch hour?
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