Summary: The Doctor isnât going to win this argument.
“What’s the matter with you?” the Doctor grumbled, scowling at the central console. “Who’s in charge around here?”
He thumped one of the control panels, kicked the base of the console, flicked switches and spun dials, to no avail; the TARDIS refused to budge.
“We’re going to Urphon!” the Doctor insisted, giving the console another kick.
The TARDIS hummed placidly.
Fuming at his sentient ship’s defiance, the Doctor folded his arms over his chest, leather jacket creaking. “I don’t want to go to earth! I say where we go, not you!”