Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ood Sigma, have you seen this before?

Doctor! Doctor!

- Those pylons. -In a circle.

Doctor! There's a door!

What is that stuff?

- It's nothing to do with me. -Oh, what, 'cause you don't ask?

Sales speakers needed by 1900, sir.

Well, do something. You're the one with all the tricks.

That... I said military figures. That's the domestic file.

- Oh, no, no, no, we're not married. -We're so not married.

and takeaway dinners, all birthdays and Christmases,

What's causing it? Why now?

Can't you hear it? The singing.

Well, say hello to Daddy.

Listen, listen, listen, listen.

Couldn't hear anything.

Well, you're too late. Ha!

Worse than that, sir, there's more of them going rabid.

All that for only five additional credits.

Oh, no, you don't.

- Couldn't be better, eh? -You've been shot.

- My name's Donna. -No, no, no, no. You don't need to.

Now, get to the point. How many dead?

What's the Earth like now?

Across three galaxies? Don't the Ood get a say in this?

I've got this one.

I do not understand the concept.

There, beyond the red section.

So busy I couldn't save them. I had to let the Ood die.

- Oh, nice one. -Thank you.

Friends of the Ood, sir.

If you're gonna stand in their way, I'll shoot you, too.

That's just what I need, a PR woman.

I don't want any of them wandering off and seeing this.

"Rough Guide to the Ood Sphere"? Works for me.

Ladies and gentlemen, all Ood to hospitality stations, please.