[The Doctor, Leela and company are hiding in a corridor. A figure approaches]
A Sontaran.
LeelaWhat are these Sontarans?
A race devoted to perpetual war.
LeelaThen I shall kill him.
You don't know how.
LeelaDo you know?
Oh, yes.
LeelaWell, tell me.
Small vent at the back of the neck.
LeelaIs that all? [covers her mouth and calls in a deep voice] Over here!
[Her voice echoes down the corridor. The Sontaran turns to look behind him, and she throws her knife straight into his probic vent. The group run down to the body and Leela retrieves her weapon]
Oh, that was a prodigious throw!
LeelaProdigious?
Well, it was an amazing throw.
LeelaOh, it was nothing.
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