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CivilityThe Doctor was smiling politely, but Rose appeared to be catatonic. They'd stepped out of the TARDIS into a city of glass and towers and had been immediately surrounded by officious men with clipboards who had questioned them ceaselessly for two hours.

Jack had spent most of that time imagining ways increasingly more painful ways of killing the men. In the end he settled for punching the main bureaucrat in the jaw and bolting for the TARDIS with Rose and the Doctor in tow.

"Shame to cut our trip short, we've missed an exciting explanation of departure taxes."

Jack shuddered.


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21st Dec, 2005 12:48 (UTC)
Ah, the joys of bureaucracy! :D
21st Dec, 2005 21:32 (UTC)
I'm sure it could all be sorted with a blunt instrument of some kind.
21st Dec, 2005 23:37 (UTC)
Tax codes? Yipe! *makes warding gestures* Jack made the right choice.
21st Dec, 2005 23:41 (UTC)
Generic bureaucracy really, plus a dig at moronic departure taxes you get charged when leaving Australia.
22nd Dec, 2005 01:37 (UTC)
Heh. Another reason why I don't like to visit cities.
22nd Dec, 2005 01:39 (UTC)
Right there with you. I'm not good with bureaucracy or crowds.
23rd Dec, 2005 06:05 (UTC)
Sadly, I've discovered that even people on the inside have a hard time doing anything about bureaucracy. Like Faith in my stories, red tape seems to take on a life of its own.
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