[ The Doctor, enjoying a grand old time, is just thinking about finally getting started on that incredibly detailed, 10,000 piece LEGO Burj Al Arab when he feels himself being tugged rather roughly by the collar in a manner that can really only be described as 'being picked up by the scruff of his neck'. Like he's a puppy in want of discipline, and Kovacs is — well, suppose that makes him his ... mum.

Yowz. ]

I always enjoy a good bit of storytelling. [ He's been telling so many stories tonight, as many as he could think of, and the funniest ones he's got — of which he has plenty of material. Possibly over too much of that naughty eggnog too. (Which, once you've masked every last taste of the alcohol, doesn't taste so bad?) ] But you're going to have to explain this one. [ Oh. Wait — ] Was it the tennis racket story? I knew that one might've been a bit risky. It involves Perry's — pants.