It's still here.

It's watching me.

I can feel it.

THERE IS A ROBOT IN MY SHOE CUPBOARD, DOCTOR. STARING AT ME.

Doctor? Rose? Pete and I appreciate your taking Tony for the afternoon, but if you're going to come back early, do remember to call first. OR AT LEAST KNOCK.

Doctor? You are officially OUT of credit for smacks. I don't think a smack is sufficent, frankly. I think this time I just might have to kill you.

YOU OPEN THIS DOOR NOW, YOU MARTIAN GIT.