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[--An excited voice cuts into the audio feed, sounding agitated]
I’m telling you that doesn’t matter—Quit being a dick, I’ve got a job to do! Send me home!
Look, can I talk to somebody about this other than the Great and Powerful Oz? I’m not supposed to be here.
Look – you can’t jack a guy from his own reality when he’s about to die. I’m always about to die. Believe me; I’m totally cool with it!
Also, who the Hell took the blades out of my utility gloves? I custom made those, and it was hella expensive. Give 'em back!
I’m telling you that doesn’t matter—Quit being a dick, I’ve got a job to do! Send me home!
Look, can I talk to somebody about this other than the Great and Powerful Oz? I’m not supposed to be here.
Look – you can’t jack a guy from his own reality when he’s about to die. I’m always about to die. Believe me; I’m totally cool with it!
Also, who the Hell took the blades out of my utility gloves? I custom made those, and it was hella expensive. Give 'em back!
Voice
Voice
It's not that sort of rehabilitation. It's more like the sort they do with prisoners than dodgy celebrities.
Voice
[He chuffs]
Well it's not right. And I'll find a way out.
Voice
I'm Martha, Martha Jones. I'm one of the wardens here, as well as a Doctor in the infirmary.