Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I reckon I owe them one.

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

If I can introduce you...

I said, withdraw. Keep to the perimeter.

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

Can you help me?

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

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

You can now have the standard setting.

We're going to blow it up.

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

Do you take milk and sugar?

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

Idiot. Bleeding us dry.

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

Can you hear anything inside that?

They look different to the others.

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

before they're adapted to slavery, unspoiled.

You murdered him.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Ood Sphere.

I think we're finished here.

Oh, that is creepy.

Urn, what's your name?

- Come on! -Take him alive!

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

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

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

Still subservient. Good Ood.