"WAKE UP!" shouts a voice. 0ink leaps up from his sleeping bag on the dining room table, glancing about wildly.

"Geez louise, lady! Whaddas it take to get a little sleep around here? I was just dreaming of little-"

"Shut up," snaps Hermione crossly, rolling over in her sleeping bag. The Manager persists.

"Um, yeah. Turns out the alien situation is a bit more... how shall I say, wild than I had previously thought? They keep... well, nevermind all that. They're out of control. just stay in there, un less you feel like dying, then you can leave." Maria looks up.

"What kind of aliens are they?"

"The odds, or somnethings. No, wait, Ood. They're Oods. But, like, the angry kind. If they get in, avoid their little ball-thingies. Your brains will fry and then disintyegrate, so you'll-"

"Heard enough!" interrupts Clock, covering her ears. Hermione perks up suddenly, staring out the huge window all along one wall.

"Guys," she whispered. "The window. The Ood aren't outside. and we can get away from all this." Shadow Dragon looks nervous.

"I don't know, Hermione. It might be dangerous. Don't you think that's a little bit... I dunno, obvious?" Hermione shrugs and jumps up, never having taken her eyes off the snowy mountains.

"Come on, I'm sure aliens couldn't even surive out there."

"Have you even seen Doctor Who? Th's practically their home planet! Ood thrive in snow!" Hermione throws open the window.

"I'm heading out. I don't care what you say." Then, just as she leapt out the window, the TARDIS flies around the corner and picks her up. It vanishes, then returns in a moment.

TARDISrider jumps out and slams the window closed inside the dining hall.

"What happened to her?" demanded 0ink. TARDISrider turned around and shrugged.

"I couldn't think of any creative way to kill her, so I dropped her off back home. Sorry, but I hopefully won't be at such a loss tomorrow."

She hops in the TARDIS and dissappears, off to deal with the Ood.

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R.I.N., Hermione. Rest in absolutly Nothing at all because the well of imagination is dried up at the moment. 

Hi.

The CBers all sleep peacefully on the floor of the dining room. Nobody wakes them. Very unusual. The, suddenly, everybody wakes at once, for no good reason.

"Morning!" Shouts Maria, suddenly very happy.

"Hope you all have a wonderful morning!" Calls Shadow Dragon, feeling the same way. The intercom sparks on, causing eveyone, who were all feeling so well this morning, to groan. The intercom of Doom had been activated.

"Good news, CBers! I've defeated the Ood!" A cheer arises, though nobody knows why or from where. As they look around, no none appears to be cheering, or even remotely excited. They all seem abruptly gloomy.

"Since you were all feeling so happy, I thought I'd take the liberty of dampening that mood with a... SURPRISE SPELLING BEE!!!!!!" 0ink screams, and Joan looks ready to pass out. "Into the assembly hall, please!" Althoguh nobody remembers there being a door there, they all file through unwillingly. Maria is up first.

"Please spell 'light'." Commands TARDISrider.

"U-umm, l-i-g-h-t?"

"Correct!" After several rounds, Clock is up again.

"Spell 'time'." Her eyes widen, and she begins to hyperventalate.

"I don't remember how!" She gasps.

"Spell 'time'." Repeats the Manager insistently.

"T-i-m?" Whimpers Clock.

"That is incorrect!" TARDISrider slams a buzzer on the judges table, and a trapdoor open at Clock's feet. She screams and falls through, into the abyss. TARDISrider smiles pleasently.

"Well, then, lunch is being served, and in honor of our great spelling bee, I've decided to crack out the potato chips!"

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R.I.S., Clock. Rest in spelling.