The Centennial Celebration
The eight Doctors stood in the doorway, watching companions, writers, and others partying below.
"One hundred years. Seems like it wasn't even two last week," the Second said.
"It wasn't," the Fourth responded.
"They tried to age the interior to thirty-five for the anniversary and overshot," the Seventh explained.
"Some overshot," the Third quipped.
"Keep it down! Some of us are trying to sleep!" an old man yelled before shuffling away.
"Adric?" the Fifth asked.
"He was passed out under a table," the Sixth said.
"Well," the Eighth began, "should we join the celebration?"
"Absolutely," the First said. "Let's party!"