"Focus!" cried Dr. Cavor. "This is your mind, these are your thoughts." He sprouted octopus tentacles out of his ears, which turned into peach tree branches, ripe with fruit. Becky began giggling so hard she almost fell over. The Roman soldiers suddenly became Basset Hounds, while their steeds metamorphosed into Great Danes. Doubling over with laughter, Becky wiped tears of mirth from her eyes, and tried her best to concentrate. The baying of hounds was deafening, but slowly it became quieter, until it was just her and the Doctor again, sans foliage.
"That's better," Becky laughed weakly.
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