You are doomed Doctor. Doomed!
You are piloting your TARDIS into a deadly trap...
...and even you will not suspect until it's far too late.
You know, if you're going to spy on me, you really should turn the speaker off.
My dear Doctor, after our many centuries of conflict
naturally I wished you to know that your certain death is now...
...certain!
But even you will never suspect that your destruction awaits you...
...on Planet Zaston IV.
You only turned the picture off I'm afraid, I can still hear you.
I know that. Of course I know that. Curse you!
I wanted to talk to you anyway.
I have some news that even my arch enemy needs to hear.
Meet me on the Planet Terserus in two hours, relative time.
And do try not to be late.
Mock me while you may, Doctor. My revenge will be all the sweeter.
And it will be a deadly vengeance.
It will be the deadly vengeance of deadly revenge!
Where are we, Doctor?
The Planet Terserus, once home to the Terserons,
the most kindly and peace-loving race I've ever encountered.
And yet the most shunned and abhorred species in all history.
Why?
They could communicate only by precisely modulated gastric emission.
Oh no. Planet of the bottom-burps?
So what happened to them?
They discovered fire.
No doubt because no one has set foot on this planet for a hundred years,
you thought you had escaped my traps of death.
But you forget Doctor, I too have a TARDIS.
When you told me to meet you at Castle Terserus,
I simply travelled back in time a hundred years...
...and I bribed the architect.
Say hello to the spikes of doom!
Say hello to the sofa of reasonable comfort.
Naturally I anticipated your journey back in time,
and so I travelled slightly further back and bribed the architect first.
Or so you think!
Naturally I anticipated your travelling back in time,
so I travelled back in time to an even further point.
And I bribed the architect first.
Well, naturally I anticipated your journey back to an even earlier point...
Doctor, will you stop showing off.
If you've got something to tell the Master, just tell him.
Very well.
I recently calculated that I have saved every planet in the known universe...
...a minimum of 27 times.
But you know, I have grown weary of all the evil in the cosmos.
All the cruelty, all the suffering...
...all those endless gravel quarries.
And so I have decided to retire,
settle down and get married.
What?
Yes. Without even knowing I was looking, I have found a woman to love,
a woman more fascinating than all my travels through time and space,
a girl more exciting than an escape up a ventilation shaft,
a lover more thrilling than an army of cybernetic slugs.
Sadly Doctor, I can not wish you a long and happy marriage
because the moment I am done with this nauseating conversation
I shall travel back in time once more and buy the architect an expensive dinner
and suggest he puts a lever just here...
...and a trapdoor leading to the vast and disgusting sewers of Terserus,
exactly there!
Prepare for 500 miles of fear and faeces.
Goodbye, forever, Mr and Mrs Doctor!
Since you appear to have fallen down a sewer
you won't be able to have dinner with the architect,
although in fact he's already eaten,
because I had dinner with him and suggested he place a trapdoor right here.
Careful, my dear.
Not so fast!
How can he be here? He just fell in the sewers.
And why's he so much older?
Because it's taken me 312 years to climb out of those sewers.
And naturally you found your TARDIS and travelled back in time to the present day,
no doubt to wreak one of your terrible revenge things.
Yes,
but this time I did not come alone!
After three centuries of having gone through those sewers,
only the Daleks would accompany me,
because only the Daleks don't have noses.
So Doctor, we meet again.
Yes. How are things?
Observe Doctor, I am no longer merely a Time Lord.
My body has been augmented by superior Dalek technology.
- So what can you do with that then? - What?
You don't know, do you?
Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!
Stop! No!
After 312 years of climbing...
...through the biggest and most disgusting sewers in the cosmos,
After three centuries of wading through those vast steamy lakes,
climbing those huge squelchy mountains,
After a lifetime of only dung slugs for food
and the occasional company on those long, lonely nights...
After all that I'm going to kill the Doctor myself,
with my own bare hands!
Die Doctor, die!
Don't worry, I believe he know's the way out.
624 years in a sodding sewer!
This way!
- This way! - Exterminate! Exterminate!
After them you fools! Get them!
936 years in a sewer...
Wait for me! Wait for me!
These corridors all look the same! – We should be safe in here.
Exterminate! Exterminate!