(Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Why do you people insist on bringing up timey-wimey related things? Don't you know it makes me explode in a squee of fangirlyness?!?
I waggled my eyebrows at Rosa. "Oh, but we can stop time! Well, sort of. Its a bit harder than that. Time's complicated. Really complicated." Rosa started giving me a 'You are so crazy' look, but by then my brainy specs were out and on my face and I was unleashing a delgue of technobabble. "You see, time, from a nonlinear, nonsubjective standpoint, is really jsut a big ball of wibbly wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff." I was using my hands to illustrate my point, having safely deposited the donuts in a bush at about the same time as I came up with my evil plan, but the gestures fell flat at the end of the sentence. "That last bit got away from me."
(See? SEE? WHY? O.O ... Okay, back to the plottingness.)
I shooed Rosa away with approval to go fetch her treats as I dragged people and stuff out of the limo, swatting their bums affectionately (Dexter's included, to my delight) with whatever I happened to be holding at the moment. "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious." I said with a grin. Rosa hadn't moved. I smirked and went back to keeping people moving. Once she was out of sight and zombie!everyone was in the elevator, I ducked around a corner and Special!poofed back to a certain Mafia retreat. However, this was a special poof I tried not to do very often in fear of crossing into established events, which was strictly forbidden except for cheap tricks.
(Oh, man, you people are in for it now. I'd suggest that someone confiscate Lidia's Doctor Who collection, but I'd worry about the safety of your fingers, virtual or otherwise, and I don't wanna get sued.)