"How can you watch this Koschei? It's for babies." Ushas said from where she was hanging halfway off of Koschei's bed, looking up at the media screen that Koshei had on as background noise for their study session upside-down.

"No it's not!" Koschei who was seated on the floor next to the upside-down Ushas snapped back.

"It's aimed at the ten to thirty year-old crowd, so she's got you there." Theta quipped from across the room where he was buried in a Math assignment.

Koschei just scowled and went back to watching the program on the history of Otherstide.

Twelve Regenerations Later:

The Master began to relax as he tuned the television that Trenchard had acquired for him to something he found entertaining, rather than the dreck most humans find entertaining. This show that was apparently called "Clangers" was rather amusing, and he wondered why he hadn't encountered it before his temporary imprisonment. He was just getting into the show when that idiot Trenchard walked in.

Hoping that the man hadn't noticed the "Oh shit, caught!" expression that had flickered across his face for a fraction of a second, he cracked a joke attempting to brush off the fact that he'd been discovered watching a "kid's show". The ignoramus had apparently thought him ignorant of human culture amongst other things, and tried to clue him in on the fact that the claymation puppets on the screen were that as if he couldn't see that for himself.

Eventually, his current plan proved to have all the buoyancy of a balloon made out of solid lead much like any other plan in which the Doctor was involved and, after making a daring escape if he did say so himself, he made his way back to his TARDIS to regroup and recuperate.

His recuperation naturally included a period of indulgence in his favorite guilty pleasure.

Unlocking a room which looked like an early 21st century living-room complete with a flat-panel HD television on one side and someone's ideal man-cave complete with stocked bar and Foosball table on the other, he made his way to the small pantry next to the bar and raided it, grabbing all of his favorite Gallifreyan snack foods and a few foods he'd acquired a taste for on Earth. Laden with this bounty, he made his way to the couch, picked up the remote, turned on the t.v. and made a selection.

"...Take a look, it's in a book. Reading Rainbow!"