Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- All guards withdraw. -Sir?

Help me! Get off me!

- That Ood, what happened to it? -It ran for the wild, sir, like a dog.

Canisters primed, sir.

We've plenty more on the breeding farms. Let's start again.

How long since you went inside?

ready to be flown out all over the three galaxies.

Doctor, get me out of here!

I want those Ood flying out of here.

Lock me up? Throw me in a cage?

All Ood are born to serve. Otherwise we would die.

Smaller business. Much more manageable. Without livestock.

You heard the instructions. Mr Halpen wants them alive.

Let's keep out of his way. Come on.

And now you're standing next to the Ood brain.

Last time I met the 00d, I never thought, never asked.

- Better? -Lovely, thanks.

Doctor, Donna. Friends.

Yup, beautiful, cold view.

Now it all makes sense. That's the missing link.

What have you...

You lot, canisters.

Now only 50 credits.

Sorry, you were saying?

But you can still hear it?

There is room in the song for you.

What are you holding? Show me.

Doctor, Donna. Friend.

Could I ask all the Ood to withdraw? It's feeding time.

Sales are down. We've got to reposition ourselves. So get going.

What's changed?

What do you think?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh Te fasz

The snow'll take care of that.

That's good. Go on.