"You remember that lecture about size being relative?" The Doctor glanced across at Rose as they trimmed the sails. "When I asked you to prove it, I didn't mean that we should head to the first planet where we'd being scooped up as novelty toys to compete in a yacht race on a pond so big I can't see the other side." Rose winced as their craft nearly collided with a boat manned by creatures with more arms than an octopus. "Fortunately, they'll lose interest in us when the race is over. On Myphous Prime, they toast the winners, literally." | ||||
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