Alien Donut Bar; Meta; G

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Title: Alien Donut Bar
Rating: G
Summary: Donuts, a massive bar, and stay out of the box of Bella's donuts!

Note: All credit for the existance of the alien donuts goes to donutsweeper. 'S all her fault my muses are... well, read for yourself. *goes off to hide the internal keyboard*



"There's a box of donuts behind the bar." Rose looked over the edge of the massive bar, raising an eyebrow at the figure sprawled on the couch. "Why are there donuts behind the bar?"

"They're alien donuts." The voice was muffled by the pillow pulled over the author's face. "I don't know whether to blame Mr. I'm An Evil Genius, or Mr. Pinstriped for their existance. Or Jack. Or if they were shipped in from outside." The author paused. "Scratch that last, I know they were shipped in from outside. Donutsweeper spawned the alien donut shop, the lot of you just bloody go and order from it."

"So what do they do?"

"Inspire rampant sex and fluffiness?" The author lifted one hand in an eloquent gesture of uncertainty. "I really don't want to know. Bella ordered a couple boxes for the next poker game she runs. I'm already scared of what will happen. She's gotten people into situations I never want to see them in again, much less anyone else wants to see. 'Cissa even has the photos. How those two manage this..."

"They ignore their canon, how else?" Rose eyed the box full of mini-donuts, then looked over at the author again, making sure she still had her pillow over her face. "You know, I don't think the Doctor would order in donuts. Jack might."

"Rose Tyler, put the donuts back under the bar, and leave them alone. Before Bella decides to practice her aim on you." The author didn't move a muscle, but Rose sighed, setting the box of donuts back down.

"Just one?"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll wash the car."

"You're non-corporeal. No."

"Did someone ask for an order of alien donuts?" Jack stuck his head in through the door. "There's a truck here, says they have a delivery for us. Whole truck full of donuts."

"WHAT?!" The pillow went flying as the author bolted from the sofa, headed for the door. "No. Nononononono. WHO ORDERED THE DONUTS?"

Jack winked at Rose as he followed the author out to the truck, and she grinned.

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