Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I had toast for my breakfast.

I just need a minute.

Even when we don't really know what the hell is going on.

Doctor, tell it to shut up!

Okay, then we'll keep pumping acid until the mainland says stop.

- I'm not sure about that. -Really? Medieval expert, are you?

Sorry? I just assumed...

so we need to contact the mainland.

--You stopped his heart.

What about the flares?

Fires about, oh, 40,000 volts? Would kill any one of us.

It's the solar storm.

- What, what's up, Jennifer?

She was standing on her own when we got to her.

You tried. We all tried and look what they did.

Don't be ridiculous. We've got a job to do.

ID confirmed. Jennifer Lucas.

Once a reading's been taken,

And underneath, a monastery, uh, 13th century.

She took a swing at me.

Just let us live!

He's my son, too.

you are all in terrible danger.

- How are you all getting on? -Why don't you tell us?

- Doctor, what's happened to her? -She can't stabilise,

- This bloke's ear was all hanging... -Even if this has actually happened,

as much as you.

So I guess she'll work on Gangers just the same.

I hope the meter's not bust. I still want to get paid.

Then who the hell cares? Right, Jen?

What are you up to, pal?

- You're on the oche, Red. -I'm not. Stop trying to put me off.

When I was a little girl,

Nice eyes. Kind.

- Us and them. -Us and them.