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Doctor Who and the Scarf of Dooooooom!
The Doctor stared muzzily at the next mug. He could feel the Master's eyes
boring into him from across the table. Of all the stupid power struggles ... and
he couldn't even remember what had started it. 'Go on, Doctor.' The Master
smiled lazily at him. 'Drink.'
With a shudder, partly from cold and partly from fear, the Doctor picked up
the mug and gulped down the foul brew inside - but it was too much for him and
he spluttered all over the table. Reluctantly, he stood up and removed his
trousers.
The Master pushed the final mug across the table. 'If you can keep this one
down you don't have to pay the final forfeit.'
The Doctor mentally crossed his fingers and reached for the final mug,
managing to close his fingers on it at only the third attempt. Phew. This was
it. The pint of no return.
With a look of grim determination (and a bladder of overwhelming fear) he tossed it back, screwed up his face in a monumental effort - and kept it down. What a relief. He really hadn't wanted to consider having to walk out of the pub with only his scarf to cover his ... modesty.
