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“The way you dealt with that slime beast-,” Kryten said. “You must be an expert.”
The Doctor followed, covered in yellow gunge. “True, although your help was invaluable. Well – must dash -”
“But, sir – your clothes. I’ll have them sorted in a trice -”
“There’s no need-”
“Sir, I insist.”
He shrugged elegantly. “Very well.”
“Crushed velvet,” mused Kryten. “I can’t wait, sir. Those frills – now, that’s what I call ironing. Mr Lister rarely offers the challenge of dry cleaning, although we have had some fascinating stains – stubborn little critters! – and a brand new species evolving in his underpants-”
“Good grief…”