Gwen ground her teeth as the idiot on the other end of the phone whittered on. The woman had spent the past hour asking for the same item over and over, phrasing it differently every time Gwen denied the request. It was doing Gwen's head in.

The only reason she hadn't hung up was because she was in the middle of a fantasy that involved her embedding a crowbar in her UNIT counterpart's head and was still contemplating exactly what kind of noise it would make. As the woman rephrased her query again, Gwen decided; wet, with a solid thunk.


tw100 — challenge #35: unit
tw100 — challenge #36: rem lyrics: shiny happy people