“Whatever it is that your blob is doing to my travelling device, it’s going to regret it.”
Now the phone box disappears entirely.
“It’s going to vomit it, it’s indigestible,” the Doctor adds.
“Fur Coat can stomach quite a bit. The longer you wait, the more difficult it is going to be for your device to be spat out.”
“What can I do for you?” the Doctor concedes.
“Finally you’re making sense,” the King says, “I’d like to get back home.”
“So do I. Not only that but universal dust is stuck in my eye,” the Captain continues, “it’s sore and I can’t see where my ship is going.”
“Your ship is rudderless, with or without an eye, you won’t be able to control it.”
“I’m in pain and you’re a doctor, isn’t that enough?”
“Why didn’t you just say it?”
And before a flabbergasted parrot, King and pirate have any time to reply, the Doctor takes out a metallic stick from one of his pockets, holds it onto Captain Traumatic’s eye until the stick lets out a ray of light for a few seconds. Then the Captain’s pain is gone and his eye disappears only to pop out on the opposite side of his head, an exact 180 degrees from where his glass eye is.
“Capitaine,” Labaguette says, a dismayed look on his face, “where is your—“
“—shhh!” the Doctor utters.
“You might say one gets a clear vision over nothing and everything in this Universe,” the King utters with some amusement on his face.
To be continued…