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These plates have gotta be fixed to the mast, right to the base itself.

Work in progress. They've still got a couple of ?oors to go,

And who might you be?

Who's taken her? What are you doing?

- Where is she? Where's Martha? -I don't know. She ran off the stage.

Daleks have no concept of Worry.

Behold the true Dalek form.

But tell me, Doctor, you're a man of learning, right?

Might...might just help if you put that down.

- How much further? -Beyond your imagination.

# You lured me in with your cold grey eyes

Now, I made a pledge that this place would be a peaceful place,

"Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free."

No! Get off me! I did everything you asked of me! No!

And there are creatures. Such creatures...

Unemployment is such an incentive.

Reading brain waves. Low intelligence.

- Oh, where are you going? -They've taken her.

Is anybody gonna tell me what the hell is happening here?

What if it's one of the folk gone missing?

- It was either that or a spear. -What do you think happened to Laszlo?

Whoever this is, oh, you're clever.

What are you doing?

That metal thing, what was it?

If I don't stop them, they'll kill everyone.

# The devil and me

We gotta stick together.

- What have you clone with Martha? -I didn't take her.

- Uh-uh. -A dollar a day is a slave wage.

We need your flesh. Bring him to me.

And who are you, anyway? I never asked.

I mean, what kind of guy asks you to meet his mom before he vamooses?

They won't stop until it's killed every human being alive.

- We need more bodies immediately! - Yes, master.

tempting me with such images, such ideas,

We must be at least half a mile in,

This is artificial!

Oh, what's that supposed to mean? Who are they?

- Where are we? -Ah! Smell that Atlantic breeze.