Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

like big guns with bits on?
We need to get back downstairs and get those vents back on! Come on!
Now, I think you want to speak to Dad.
Make them understand what they're doing to the Flesh.
Hold on a minute. Hold your horses.
The Flesh. It's fully programmable matter.
alive!
It can be so much better than that.
St john's calling the mainland. Are you receiving me, Captain?
- Why? -Breathe.
It was important, vital we learn about the Flesh.
I don't think so.
I thought I'd explained this, I'm him, he's me.
Jennifer, I'm so sorry.
There's a million gallons of boiling acid under our feet.
And, Captain, any further transmission sent by me
Got it. We'll swing in, get you out and decommission the Flesh.
One day we will get back? Yes, one day.
The storm's affected our Gangers. They're running amok.
But only when she tells you to.
Something just cracked, I heard it.
But we're not leaving without them.
You know? And you are amazing, and yeah, I misjudged you.
It's time memory, like a mirage.
But if the real Jen's been lying out here...
Sticking to the wires like bits of lint.
How long until it blows?
Opening all my presents.
An hour? Five seconds? Somewhere in between.
I'm the... I'm the...
No, this place is a maze.
I'm sorry, she found me.
And we could only do that through your eyes.
No, but hang on. You said that the Tardis was stuck in acid.
Sorry. Would you like a memo from the last meeting?
Don't call me Pond, please.
I'm getting something.
Humans and Gangers give off slightly different signals,
Shuttle, the code word is Bad Boy.
Exactly. So, what's the plan?