Donning gloves and tucking trouser legs into socks, they began their search, armed with scanners for detecting the missing Wart and forceps for safe retrieval.
“When we find it, I want it destroyed,” Jack ordered.
Owen wasn’t inclined to protest. It was proving more trouble than it was worth trying to study it.
So no one complained when Ianto, spotting it scuttling across the floor, took it out with a well-aimed apple off Gwen’s desk.
“You know the saying, ‘An apple a day keeps the Wart away’.”
“I thought it was Doctor, not Wart,” said Tosh.
Ianto shrugged. “Same difference.”