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[fairytaled]

I DID IT!

[ Back up, Amy Pond screaming into the screen! It's shaking and she's trembling and her hair is very wild and her eyes are bursting with excitement—a quick breather would do her some good, but it continues with a documentary style movement. There's the echoing of her steps and some shuffling. Papers, pencils, clacking and snapping on the ground.

She clears her throat, patting her chest. And swallows. ]

I did it, I made this, I—

[ An apple. She shows the screen... an apple. Carved with a smile. God, it's tiny. Sort of deformed; mutated. A brief moment later and she knocks it on the table. It sounds awfully hard. Like a rock? ]

Okay, close enough to the real thing, but I did it! I—




Doctor, are you listening? [ Did she filter this right? ]

Comments

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[victoryindeath]

That is the worst looking apple I have ever seen!

[She sounds so delighted about that, too.]

[fairytaled]

It would do some good for throwing at someone's head.

[ W o w, watch it. ]

Just a thought.

[victoryindeath]

Depends on how hard you throw and how heavy the wood is. Like that? Not likely. Pick something stronger next time, you'll get better results as a projectile weapon.

Just a thought.

[fairytaled]

[ She's about to grumble when it's swallowed. ]

Thanks much.

[victoryindeath]

[Doesn't mean it won't come back later.]

What are you thanking me for? Anybody could see something that obvious. [Is that a joke? It's hard to tell.]