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The great god Vulcan must be enraged.
Donna!
- I just said "seriously" in Latin! -Well, yeah.
You fought her off with a water pistol. I bloody love you!
Don't get yourselves in a lava.
With your words and your temple containing such size within.
- What was it? -A carapace of stone.
How’s your head sunshine
Oh, I bet you will!
The people of Pompeii are turning to stone before the volcano erupts.
Welcome aboard.
No, no, no, I meant no offence.
I'm sorry, but I'm not open for trading.
Oh, my God! What's happened to you?
Right, absolutely. That's good, is it?
Well, a little bit. But I never got the chance to look around properly.
- Who told you that? -The voices.
They're gonna use it to take over the world.
Because at heart, what is an Ood...
What do you see?
Your real name is hidden.
The sisters chose for me. I have the gift of sight.
The air is going to fill with ash and rocks tons and tons of it,
- The goddess Venus. - That's sacrilege!
Whoa!
- And tomorrow he burns to death. -And that's my fault?
- What, and you're in charge? -Well, this Time Lord, yeah.
You want to smarten yourself up, Quintus,
- No way. -Yes way.
I'm sure it's fine, but I might have to take it off your hands
Nothing can survive it.
A lord of time.
- It pleases you, sir? -As the rain pleases the soil.
- How's your head! -All right, Dad, give us a break.
This is the gift of Pompeii.
You're free.
Of course I can. But don't you see?
Sorry, household gods.
Oh, not this time, Lucius. I reckon you've been out-soothsayed.