"Now, when are we taking out the ship again?" Rose looked at some writing on the back of her hand. "When it's at thirty-five thousand feet, at three minutes and twenty-seven seconds past eleven o'clock."
"Right." The Vigilante pressed some buttons on a remote, and the Ducky swivelled around thirty degrees, and tilted upwards slightly. The Doctor came out of the TARDIS. "I still think this is a really bad idea."
"Do you have a better one?"
"Yes, we talk to the Descart once they've landed, and ask them to leave the planet peacefully. We can take them to another planet in the TARDIS." The Vigilante turned and looked at The Doctor. "Really? Like, seriously really? Okay, let's review your better idea. You want us to wait until the psychopathic, homicidal criminals have gotten to the ground, where they can move around freely, and then ask them nicely if they would be so kind as to bugger off? Then you want to invite them into my TARDIS, one of the most powerful ships in the whole universe, and expect them to sit quietly and twiddle their thumbs while we take them to a planet where they'll have no-one to kill to amuse themselves? Hmm, I think I'm going to need a second opinion on this one. What do you think, Ducky of Deadly Blow-it-up-edness?" The Vigilante went over and squeezed the Ducky. It mooed. "I agree. We're going with my plan." The Doctor frowned, and went to go back into the TARDIS, but turned back, looking confused. The Vigilante rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am aware of the fact that I am preparing to launch a rubber duck." He turned to face the street. "WOULD ANYONE ELSE LIKE TO COMMENT ON THE RUUBER DUCKY?" A passing Roman stopped next to him. "Sir, do you realise there is a duck on a tripod behind you?" The Vigilante went over to the TARDIS and started banging his head against the door. "Stupid! Romans! With! Their! Stupid! Comments!"