G.O.D.

"I thought I called God." Cordon puffed, coming to a halt from running for his life.

"You did." The Doctor pushed back his fez, then spread his hands. "And here I am."

Cordon frowned.

"Gallifreyan on demand?" The Doctor asked, downhearted. "Or like; God God?"

"God God."

"Sorry- regeneration 10 is busy at the moment..." The Doctor mused.

"What? Never mind- run!" Cordon shot off again.

"Hey! That's my line!" The Doctor called after him, "Oh god!" he yelled as a rouge Slitheen rounded the corner and started after them; yelling "Run my prey; my hunt!" all the while.