“"Well?" Griffin asked. So it would be that conversation again. "Told you, I can't help you." "Knew you were stupid didn't think you were that stupid." Griffin spoke in staccato bursts, some words so fast that they slammed together, others with odd pauses in between them, as if punctuation hadn't been invented yet. "I'm not stupid," Teacake said. "Like at all. Okay? I would love to help you if I could, but it's fucked up for me vis-à-vis my, you know, personal situation, and I'm just not gonna do it." "Okay so you'll think about it." "No! I wish I didn't even know about it." The truth was he only knew a part of it, the part about the two dozen fifty-five-inch Samsung flat screens that Griffin was selling off one by one, but Teacake guessed that where there was hot-stolen-consumer-goods smoke, there was hot-stolen-consumer-goods fire, and it was the last thing he needed in his life.”

DOCTOR WHO (2005—)