“Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall…” Jack stared to sing.
“O!” The Doctor nudged him hard with his shoulder, the only thing he was able to do since the three of them had their hands tied behind their backs and their legs tied at the ankles. They were sitting in a row against the wall, the Doctor in the middle, Jack on his right, and Rose on his left. “Don’t start that again, it was bad enough the first five times; one more time and my head might explode!”
“Great!” Jack grinned. “Might blow a hole in this wall!