‘Doctor, would you please stop with the Jammy Dodgers…’ Rory sighed, rubbing at a particular spot on his forehead where the pain was emanating from.
‘I need you to listen to me, Rory. This is important. The future of the universe may hinge entirely on you following my instructions.’ The Doctor breathed out the last part with such emphasis that Rory sobered immediately.
‘What do you need me to do?’ Rory asked.
‘I need you,’ The Doctor put his hand into his left coat-pocket and fished out a banana, ‘to hold this banana.’
Rory stared at him blankly, not even bothering to reach for the banana. The Doctor started waving at him imperiously.
‘Well, come on. We haven’t got all day!’
Rory grudgingly accepted the banana and held on to it awkwardly. ‘That’s it? I just hold on to the banana?’
The Doctor had started spinning the dials on the TARDIS with fervent passion and it took him a moment to realise that Rory had asked him a question.
‘Hm?’ His head popped up. He saw Rory holding the banana...went back to where he was standing, turned him around and pushed him toward a place other than the control room. ‘Off you pop. It’ll only take an hour…’ The Doctor trailed off, and then, under his breath, muttered, ‘Or nine…’
‘Are you trying to get rid of me, Doctor?’ Rory asked.
‘Whatever gave you that impression, Rory?’ The Doctor said, still pushing Rory away from the control room.
‘I hardly think that holding on to a banana for nine hours is going to do anything world-shattering.’
‘Rory.’ The Doctor spun Rory around. ‘That is where you are wrong: everything hinges on you looking after that banana.’ He nodded his head toward the banana Rory was still holding.
‘How is that even possible?’ Rory asked, this time dropping the scepticism all together and turning up the sarcasm.
‘Well,’ The Doctor licked his lips and folded his hands, ‘The next time I save the universe...the idea of the banana is what's going to make me do it.’
‘What?’ Rory said, incredulous and utterly confused.
‘That is my treat for saving the world.’ The Doctor said, in a factual voice that only contained absolute seriousness.
‘You being able to eat a banana as a treat for a good job, for example, saving the world,’ Rory waved his hands about for emphasis, ‘is basically what makes you save the world?’
The Doctor patted the side of Rory’s face with his right hand.
‘Bananas are good for you,’ he smiled.