Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If this power station went into meltdown, the entire planet would go...
Why? Is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?
Thanks to a girl named Gwyneth because these creatures called the Gelth
I had to fly without coordinates.
The acidity is perfectly gauged to strip away the skin.
She can start again. Live her life from scratch.
-Because I will. -I'm sorry.
Except, I've got these.
This isn't just a game.
but she's up to her eyes in paperwork.
Wasn't planned, it was an accident. Nice accident, though.
How did you think of the name?
Just little me.
More like cheesy.
The planet was actually called Woman Wept
Thank goodness we've got you, our esteemed leader.
Thanks for talking.
No, I don't think she's dead.
Should take another 24 hours which means we've got time to kill.
It was unbelievable! Freaked me out. And by the time I got there,
a female Rexicoricophalvitorian can manufacture a poison dart
This nuclear power station right in the heart of Cardiff city
She's walking round this city because I can change.
-I'll wait here. -Come on. All girls together.
What do you make of that, Doctor?
Never mind the consequences, off you go.
You're pleading for mercy out of a dead woman's lips.
Oh, but she's clever.
MARGARET: Well, goodness me!
Look at the light.
Wait a minute, Rexicor...
Over and out.
Okay, plan of attack. We assume a basic 57-56 strategy,
-Rexicorico... -Phalvitorius.
-So, tell us more about this planet, then. -That was it, really.
Genius! You didn't build this?
Well, of course!
It's none of his business.
(WOMAN SCREAMING)
Bad Wolf.
You could phone for help before they had radios and mobiles.