Opening the envelope that had been poked under the TARDIS door, the Doctor scowled at the contents.
“Well, isn’t that charming!”
“What is it?” Amy tried to peer over the Doctor’s shoulder; he thrust the papers at her.
“They want to charge me rent for parking here!”
Amy quickly read through the document. “Can they do that?”
“Perhaps, but I’m not paying. That’s the thanks I get for saving them from the Gnorfs!” Snatching the papers back he went to tear them.
“Uh, it said ‘do not fold, spindle, or mutilate’,” Amy pointed out.
“Right. Have you got a match?”