[Master]
You know, I had this wonderful plan, and everything. I was going to burn the sky. Who'd have a blue sky? No, it's simple--few elements here, bit of atmospheric excitation there, sunset all year round! Beautiful molten-gold Gallifreyan sky! Bleeds red, like the blood of 87,654 species, come sunrise. Mmh! But you had to go and ruin it, didn't you? DO YOU HEAR ME, DOCTOR? I AM TALKING TO YOU.