'He's escaping!' declares Zoe.

'I can see that you smelly trout.' Dr Who grumbles.

'Oh well who cares! Let's all hot foot it out of here and have some wine and nibbles!' Z retorts.

In the warmth of the ship, Dr Who cracks open the bolly and everyone celebrates, except Barbara and Chumpercock who have gone to get fish fingers.

'Bottoms up!' cries Victoria Waterfield, necking back the sweet nectar.

'Cheers m'dears' Zoe retaliates. She lifts up her arms and her boobs pop out.

But once all the goblets have been handed round, there is none left for Mr Who! Even Barry the Kroton is supping from his glory cup, and yet there is not even a drop of sweet love potion left for Uncle Who, owner of the timeship and defender of the laws of time.

'RIGHT! THAT'S IT!' cries Who. 'You're all going on a journey!'

'How long?' asks Victoria Selena Waterfield.

'Shush.' says Who.

Some time later, Dr Who has shed his load on the distant planet Refusis. Roy the Monoid is alone no longer, and Dr Who has departed, taking his big stash of secret wine for himself...

In another section of space and another era of time, the evil Master swears vengeance on Dr Who.

'I'll get you next time Dr Who.' he whispers, setting the controls for the heart of the bass.

In deep space, Dr Who's time ship spins off towards Stella Stora, in search of new adventures and more wine and loose women...