Dot reached into her skinny jeans and pulled out a bazooka.
“You have TARDIS pockets?” Zoe gasped. “I can’t fit gum in mine!”
“Clothomancy,” Dot smiled.
“Anything in there for me?”
“Check your stocking!”
Zoe withdrew a machine gun-sword. “Sweet Christmas!”
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