"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Oh shit! Hide!"

One of the surviving workers started frantically gesturing towards another who hadn't heard The Foreman's yell because he was operating a bit of heavy machinery and therefore a prime target.

"What's wrong?" the worker whose ears were covered with protective muffs yelled.

The frantically gesturing worker made the sign for that damned appearing and disappearing robot which had recently taken to picking them off. The man who had been operating the backhoe jumped out of the cab and ran for it.

"What the hell does Rassilon want a paved road through the Death Zone for anyway?" one of the workers who were cowering behind the rocks asked.

"Who knows." another worker replied. "All I know is that I'm never going to insult those stupid robes of his to his face again."

"Me neither. I'll even buy a set just like his if it'll make him happy." another worker said.

"And I'm very, very, sorry that I accidentally tripped him in the hallway." The Foreman said.