Vashta Narada:
We are waiting for you to stray
Into the spot in which we lay.
Come hither dear, unto your demise
And then to your repeating surprise
Hey, who turned out the lights?
Sontarans:
War is what I live for
Death is the ultimate honour.
I have come to conquer.
I will not turn my back on valour.
Yield to my total power.
Weakling.
Bet you wish you could look like a potato.
Silence:
What did you forget to remember?
Did you really trip over nothing?
What are those marks on your arm?
What is that blade in your hand?
Nobody was there. Were they?
Were they?