Honestly, the Master of the Land of Fiction needn't have bothered blowing up the TARDIS - the sheer force of them ass cheeks clapping would've done the job for him. You thought she and Jamie were hanging into that console for dear life? Pfft, hell no - the console and Jamie were gravitating towards dat booty.
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