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I never know why. I only know who. Bow ties are cool. Yes, well, it’s a brilliant noise. I love that noise. Come along, Pond! You are the only mystery worth solving. No. You’re too short and bossy, and your nose is all funny. I know. Dinosaurs! On a spaceship! Brave heart, Clara. Usually called ‘The Doctor.’ Or ‘The Caretaker.’ Or ‘Get off this planet.’ Though, strictly speaking, that probably isn’t a name. 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.

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. Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day. Geronimo! Bow ties are cool. No. You’re too short and bossy, and your nose is all funny.