Summary: Donna has suffered one indignity too many, and sheâs not taking it lying down.
Horrified about the latest in a string of indignities, Donna was building up a fine head of steam.
“Look at me! I’m covered in… whatever this stuff is!”
“It’s…” the Doctor started.
“Shut it, Spaceman! I don’t even WANT to know; I just want it off me, pronto! You’re gonna be payin’ for this, let me tell you! My clothes are ruined, and my hair… I look like I’ve taken up mud wrestling!”
“I’ll have you know this stuff is highly sought after for its beautifying properties,” the Doctor protested. “You’ll be thanking me later.”