He pouted and shuffled his feet but Rose was having none of it.

"Hand it over!" she held out her hand.

He frowned folding his arms. "This is discrimination!" he moaned.

"This is intervention," she corrected stroking the console who managed to sound both pitiful and smug. The Doctor glared at it and Rose shook her head.

"Doctor, this is the last TARDIS in existence. She's a protected species; so says the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to TARDIS's. Now," she rolled up her sleeves, "pass me the sonic screwdriver and rubber mallet and no one gets hurt."