[Jack has been drinking. Blame Martha, she gave him the booze. It's a wonder he has enough to get this drunk right now. Another few shots and he may have some serious alcohol poisoning going on. It's been a bad night and what pretending he's done has taken its toll. But a thought has occurred to him, and its giving him a little joy. He would like to share this thought. Jack holds up one finger on each hand; they should be even, but. Really. They're just very unsteady.]

Tosh. [He waves his left finger about. This is Tosh.] Owen. [Right hand!] You two. You two, you two. You should. Y'know. Have you? You should.

[And now are there's a lewd hand gesture or two. He's on a chair without arms and is about two seconds from toppling over. Especially giving how much he's laughing.] You really, really real should.

[The hand gestures have to pause, because he's reaching for his glass and taking a few more gulps. Alcohol poisoning ahoy. Some of the humor seems to be swallowed as well, because Jack isn't as happy looking when he lowers the glass.]

Doctor. Doc, I'm mad at you. Not with the scarf and the flower...flora thing, you. One with the hair. Yeah. Mad.

[Private to Tosh and Owen]

Stay away from Davros. I don't care if it sounds like an order, you stay away from him.