Vince is back at his flat with the Fashion Victim, getting his face gnawed off -- literally. "Oops, sorry. Do you mind shutting your mouth a bit?" he asks sweetly. "Yeah, sure," FV says, and they resume kissing, with FV opening his mouth wide enough to fit my fist in it. (Sorry, just a little fantasy.) Stopping him, Vince explains, "It's just a bit more sexy if you keep your mouth shut a bit." "Yeah, sure," FV says again, and moves to lift Vince's shirt over his head. Just over Vince's shoulder, he spots something on the shelf that makes him totally lose his shit. No prizes for guessing that it's Doctor Who-related. "Oh my god! You've got Genesis of the Daleks!" he screams, coming to climax way earlier than I think Vince intended. "Yeah," Vince says, not believing his shitty luck. "Can we watch it?" FV asks excitedly. "Um...we can watch it after, yeah?" FV's not having it, and pleads with Vince to let him watch it now. The next shot is of some character from Doctor Who (sorry, Wing Chun, but I just won't stoop to looking up Doctor Who sites on the Internet in the name of research) shouting, "Exterminate! Exterminate!" ["I'm taking a wild guess that it's a Dalek, with dialogue like that, and no, don't ask me how I know." -- Toenail] while FV practically bounces up and down, and Vince sulks in the background. FV takes it upon himself to share some DW trivia with Vince, which would be akin to me giving George W. Bush some tips on how to make it in politics with no brain to speak of.