Lo: Space is a fickle thing eh? -scratches ear, pluto goes back to being a big furry beastie-
Pluto: Woof!
Lo: Hey. Language.
Pluto: -cocks head and whines-
Lo: I can understand you. You're in my head now. -creepy smile- welcome to it. Just don't go near the homicidal nut cases. I have a ton in here.
???: BOW DOWN TO ME PESKY SPACE, BOW TO YOUR MASTER.~!
Lo: -whacks the Time Lord back in my head- go back and listen to your drums ya bastard. And don't try to escape again.