Things had just settled down in This Time Round, when...
The Third Doctor looked up in alarm as a blast of greasy flame rolled past him.
"Susan! Take off that flamethrower at once! Do you hear?"
"But, Grandfather. I thought we were going to have a flame war..."
"On the _net_, you foolish child! Insults and personal slurs! Now, get that out of here before you hurt someone..."
A robed, bony figure directed his attention to a pile of ash in the floor that had a familiar-looking gold star atop it.
The Doctor shrugged. "...someone we like," he finished.