Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Ood Sphere.

They look different to the others.

You there, get me last month's military export figures.

I would suggest a postmortem, which means it's gotta be dead first.

I said, withdraw. Keep to the perimeter.

Can you help me?

If I can introduce you...

I think we're finished here.

Donna, don't, not now. It's a he, not an it. Give me a hand.

- Dr Ryder, Warehouse 15. -But what about this one?

Can you hear anything inside that?

Urn, what's your name?

I'm sure we've all spoken on the vid-phone.

- What is it? What is the circle? - The circle must be broken.

Idiot. Bleeding us dry.

Do you take milk and sugar?

I reckon I owe them one.

We're going to blow it up.

- Where've you gone? - Stay where you are!

Oh, that is creepy.

-which by the way, is freezing. -Solana has the figures, sir.

- Come on! -Take him alive!

- How many Ood in total? -I'd say about 2,000, sir.

I am General Steal of the 10th Sontaran Battle Fleet.

You murdered him.

Still subservient. Good Ood.

You can now have the standard setting.

If people back on Earth knew what was going on here...

before they're adapted to slavery, unspoiled.