Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My place is at your side, sir.

It's not so you can show them the wonders of the universe.

That song resonated across the galaxies. Everyone heard it.

You'd be like an 00d, a processed Ood.

But we should evacuate. If we can get to the rocket shed...

This is something new. It's rabid, sir.

but if I'm going to work on this, I should see it,just in case.

The message has gone out.

There you are, sweetheart.

Maybe it's taken centuries to adapt, subconscious reaching out.

- What the hell does that mean? -Oh, dear!

Let's go. Warehouse 15, then. Come on.

I could sell this. You could offer different colours.

I've got the rockets, I've got the sheds.

All the bacterial scans register negative.

There's got to be something else. A third element, right?

the door was open, why don't you just run away?

I lowered the barrier to its minimum.

Um, sorry, but...

If that's what Friends of the Ood are trying to prove, then yes.

Because at heart, what is an Ood but a reflection of us?

And on top of that, they seem to have gone missing, sir,

Take it to Dr Ryder. just get it out of sight.

Mr Halpen, the two people from the Noble Corporation

They're slaves.

- He sang as he was dying. - His eyes turned red.

- Does that mean we're locked in? -Listen.

Then we'll be off.

All exits sealed. Emergency clearance authorised.

And you, Ood Sigma, you brought them here.

I expected better.

Just what I need.