The Doctor sat down to his lunch. It was an ordinary lunch, in an ordinary caff, in an ordinary town, somewhere in England. Egg, beans, and chips, washed down with a nice mug of tea.
“So long since I’ve had decent chips,” he thought, as he tucked in happily. “You’d think in all the galaxies there’d be more than one planet – one country even – where they do proper chips.”
He took a swig of tea, his contentment rising.
Yes, there was a lot to be said for Earth.
Then he froze, fork to mouth, as three giant insects walked in.