Niska: [sing-songie]
Mr. Reynolds...
Capt. Malcolm "Mal" Reynolds :
[moans]
Niska:
You died, Mr. Reynolds.
Capt. Malcolm "Mal" Reynolds :
Seemed like the thing to do.
Niska:
When you die, I can't
hurt you any more.
And I want two days
at least, minimum.
SCORPION.
IT: The Losers’ Club / Rock War (2017)
(The Toymaker is juggling three balls.)
The Toymaker :
The Ball is The FIRST Game
ever being invented.
(He throws one at The Doctor, who catches it.
He is STILL juggling three balls.
This continues through his speech.)
The Toymaker :
Stone Age Man, he picked up A Rock.
He said, "Oh, das ist ein BALL!”
He throwed it, und
he KILLED A Man.
He said, "Oh, what fun!" Und now
everybody loves The Balls!
Until The Year 5,000,000,000,000,
when the very last human
picks up The Skull of His Enemy und says,
"That is the final ball of all." Ja?
(Donna catches A Ball.)
Donna Noble (has been Saved) :
Enough.
The Toymaker :
Ah! Donna Noble. I wondered
which one of you had ze balls.
Donna Noble (has been Saved) :
Okay, so You know My Name. How do
you two know each other?
Perfect-10 :
Donna, Go Back to The TARDIS.
Donna Noble (has been Saved) :
What?
Perfect-10 :
Go Back to The TARDIS.
Donna Noble (has been Saved) :
You never tell me to do that.
The Toymaker :
Oh, but he is recognising me.
Are you not ge-pleased, Herr Doktor,
to see me again after so many years?
Donna Noble (has been Saved) :
Who is he?
Perfect-10 :
The Toymaker.
The Toymaker :
We meet again, Doctor. But Think!
If The Ball was The very First Game,
What was The Second?
Hide-and-SEEK!
♪ Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! ♪
(He ducks back behind A Curtain.
The Doctor leaps over The Counter
and pulls it back to reveal A Door,
which opens onto a long corridor
with many doors.)
'...I don't know who he is,' he answered Peri's question as simply as he could. ‘Nobody knows. He existed before the start of Time Lord records.’
‘There was an attempt to track him back through his own continuum - trace his path through the fabric of time, but the researchers got bored with all the games, which was possibly what they were there for. As they do so often,' he sighed, 'my erstwhile colleagues met something they didn't understand, and they ran away from it. If they'd been able to control him, They would have investigated further, I'm sure. But They couldn't, so they didn't.'
'A being the Time Lords couldn't handle?' asked Peri with a worried frown.
'Oh, there are plenty of them,' The Doctor reassured her.
'Time Lords generally aren't very good at handling things, especially themselves. I'm just the exception to The Rule.
'Right,' answered Peri. She wasn't going to argue with that last remark under any circumstances.
‘On a more positive note,’ The Doctor continued : ‘We know he's telepathic, up to a point. We know he's telekinetic, up to a point. We know he can stand the most violent physical forces in our experience - he was once observed playing with a supernova as though it was a kiddies' paddling pool... and we know he's old beyond imagining..' The comment seemed to distract him for a moment, but then he shook himself and continued. 'Most of all, we know he likes games, all sorts of games, any sort of games, and the nastier the better. And that's what I'm going to do something about.' He was as quietly determined as Peri had ever seen him. It was left to Kevin to voice the sceptical question.
“You're going to beat him, then?"
'I'm going to escape from him,' answered The Doctor, coldly, 'and count myself very lucky if I do even that.'
The conversation was once again cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps in the corridor, but by now the team had a routine as they camouflaged the electronic work, pushed the video game machine back to the wall and busied themselves looking as innocently inactive as prisoners should. By the time the door opened to admit Shardlow once more, they looked as though they'd been sitting there for years.
'My apologies for the delay, masters?’
‘Nonsense, my dear fellow, we were just remarking on the speed and excellence of the service, weren't we, chaps?' The Doctor replied, jovially. There was a thoroughly unenthusiastic agreement from Kevin, and a wan smile from Peri. “If only the accommodation were in the same style, eh?" Shardlow looked both concerned and worried. 'Alas, sir, my Lord has instructed you be kept close confined?’
'I didn't think this was all your idea, old chap,' replied The Doctor, drily. Shardlow looked relieved.
'Indeed not, sir.' He turned to Peri. 'Mistress, I took the liberty of bringing a portion for you also.’
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