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Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day. Yes, well, it’s a brilliant noise. I love that noise. Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I’m absolutely sorted. Bow ties are cool. I know. Dinosaurs! On a spaceship! There’s something that doesn’t make sense. Let’s go and poke it with a stick. I once spent a hell of a long time trying to get a gobby Australian to Heathrow airport. Goodbye, Clara. Look at me. No plans, no backup, no weapons worth a damn. Oh, and something else I don’t have: anything to lose. So, if you’re sitting up there with your silly little spaceships and your silly little guns and you’ve any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight; just remember who’s standing in your way. Remember every black day I ever stopped you and then, and then, do the smart thing. Let somebody else try first.

It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. Thank you, Strax. And if I’m ever in need of advice from a psychotic potato dwarf, you’ll certainly be the first to know. Please tell me I didn’t get old. Anything but old. I was young! Oh… is he grey? I once spent a hell of a long time trying to get a gobby Australian to Heathrow airport. Goodbye, Clara. Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I’m absolutely sorted. Bow ties are cool. No. You’re too short and bossy, and your nose is all funny.