{005} - [Voice] - Well, this is a surprise...
[Don’t you just hate it when it’s a typical day, you’re still quietly getting over a stab wound, minding your own damn business - and people show up out of nowhere to drag you off? Well, the Doctor is learning for himself just how terrible it is. But he refuses to make much of a fuss because it’s him and his curiosity for all things Malnosso-related win out over his annoyance at the attempted kidnapping.]
Hm? What’s this?
[There’s knocking on the door. One - two - three - ]
…No. It can’t be.
[But before the fourth knock, there’s the sound of the door crashing open and footsteps storming in.]
Oh, hello! You must be the Malnosso! I don’t believe we’ve actually met. [Leave it to him to sound utterly cheerful about this.]
It’s all right! Look, see? I’m unarmed. I’m putting down the screwdriver. You can put the guns away. No, really, put them away… I don’t want to fight you. Who sent you here? I can help…
What did I just say about the guns? -There’s no need to get out the chloroform! I’m more than willing - Fine, fine I’m walking… You can stop nudging me with that thing.
[And the feed cuts off. He’s gone. Other than perhaps a small dent on the door there’s little carnage. Only giveaway that he’s been taken and isn’t off hunting TARDIS-noises is that he’s left the sonic screwdriver on the floor.]
Hm? What’s this?
[There’s knocking on the door. One - two - three - ]
…No. It can’t be.
[But before the fourth knock, there’s the sound of the door crashing open and footsteps storming in.]
Oh, hello! You must be the Malnosso! I don’t believe we’ve actually met. [Leave it to him to sound utterly cheerful about this.]
It’s all right! Look, see? I’m unarmed. I’m putting down the screwdriver. You can put the guns away. No, really, put them away… I don’t want to fight you. Who sent you here? I can help…
What did I just say about the guns? -There’s no need to get out the chloroform! I’m more than willing - Fine, fine I’m walking… You can stop nudging me with that thing.
[And the feed cuts off. He’s gone. Other than perhaps a small dent on the door there’s little carnage. Only giveaway that he’s been taken and isn’t off hunting TARDIS-noises is that he’s left the sonic screwdriver on the floor.]