Their titles would be 'You know what we need? A Harmonica' and 'Come on in, the DNA's lovely'.

Arse.

I have TNG Plot Bunnies.

Begone, damn bunnies! I do not know your vast, vast universe anywhere near well enough to comfortably write fic.

Mummy is down. I am drinking.

Off to watch the Baftas on the telly like a pleb. Bye!