The Doctor fitted his key into the lock and swung the door open, he was on the verge of stepping inside when he stopped, stepped out again and began studying the 'p' of 'Police Box'. He frowned, but apparently whatever that had been bothering him had proved wrong, because he straightened up and went inside, making a beeline for the console.
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'Call me a Philistine but I can't see the justification in the 'Petrification As Art' business.' 'Art justifies everything.' 'Uh, no, it doesn't, one-nil to me. Next?'
Doctor Who, The Stone Rose
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