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[A big blue box just materialized in front of you. Wherever you are. Doesn't matter where--you could be on top of the Radio Tower or in the middle of the Ice Path.]

[And when the door opens with a creak, the box's resident madman pokes his head out with a grin.]

Right, here we are--Raxacoricofallapatorius, lovely place for a vacation. Smells like cinnamon.

[Beat. An Abra floats out of the phone box as well, yawning before draping himself over his Trainer's shoulder.]

Wait, hang on. Hang on. Adric, do you smell cinnamon?

Aaaabra.

No, no, of course I know where I'm going! We're not lost!

Abra. Aaaab.

Now you're just being silly. And it's pronounced 'Raxacoricofallapatorius'. [The doctor takes out a device--and points it at various things--the end glows bright green as it makes a noise. It stops after a moment, Eleven examining it as though reading something.]

Oh, still here? Come on, now that's just boring. Well, no, traveling between words is hardly easy, but this place makes it look like tying shoelaces. Ever tied shoelaces, Adric? Always easy after the first time.

Abra.

Yes, I know you don't wear shoes.

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[He watches the two talk to eachother through black buttons, a big smile on his face. There are lots of things outside the Otherworld that are really fantastic, aren't there?]

Raxacoricofallapatorius? Sounds like a ma~gnificent place. [He says it without a beat missed; it's his kinda word.]

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Lovely place, really, not every day you see a purple planet that smells like cinnamon.

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Cinnamon? Reminds me of Mother's- [He pauses suddenly, his facial expression not changing. Nope. Can't say that to an adult. Slips like this are why he was never allowed to talk without the Other Mother about.] -my Wife's cooking. Mmm~mm.