“Planet of the Ood”
In this episode: Tenth Doctor (3), Ood Sigma (3), Donna Noble (2)
[Ood Delta 50 returns to Mr. Bartle and places a binder on his desk]
I said military figures. That's the domestic file. [hands back the file]
[slams the file back down on the desk, as he has an onset of Red Eye] The file is irrelevant, sir.
Oh, and why is that?
[kills Mr. Bartle via electrocution from its translator] Have a nice day.
I'd now like to point out a new innovation from Ood Operations. We've introduced a variety package with the Ood translator ball. You can now have the standard setting. How are you today, Ood?
I'm perfectly well, thank you.
Or perhaps after a stressful day, a little something for the gentlemen. And how are you, Ood?
[sultry female voice] All the better for seeing you.
And the comedy classic option. Ood, you dropped something.
[voice of Homer Simpson] D'oh!
The Ood were nothing without us -- just animals roaming around on the ice.
That's because you can't hear them.
They welcomed it! It's not as if they put up a fight!
You idiot. They're born with their brains in their hands! Don't you see? That makes them peaceful! They've got to be, because a creature like that would have to trust anyone it meets!
Ooh, nice one.
Thank you.
[holding the Doctor and Donna at gunpoint] Can't say I've ever shot anyone before. Can't say I'm going to like it. But, err, it's not exactly a normal day, is it? Still!
Would you like a drink, sir?
[chuckles] I think hair loss is the least of my problems right now, thanks.
[moves in front of the Doctor and Donna] Please have a drink, sir.
[now struggling to speak] If... if you're going to stand in their way, I'll... shoot you too...
Please have a drink, sir.
[now scared] Have you... poisoned me?!
Natural Ood must never kill, sir.
What is that stuff?
Ood graft suspended in a biological compound, sir.
What the hell does that mean?!
[realizing] Oh dear...
TELL ME!
Funny thing, the subconscious. Takes all sorts of shapes. Came out in the redeye as revenge, came out in the rabid Ood as anger, and then there was patience. All that intelligence and mercy focused on Ood Sigma... How's that hair loss, Mr. Halpen?
[Halpen pulls a clump of his hair out, horrified]
What have you done?!
Oh, they've been preparing you for a very long time. And now you're standing next to the Ood Brain - Mr. Halpen, can you hear it? Listen!
[shaking] What have you...? I'm not...
[He drops his gun, reaches for his head and peels away the skin as tentacles erupt from his mouth - he has become an Ood before their eyes]
[utterly shocked] They... they turned him into an Ood?!
Yep.
He's an Ood!
I noticed.
[Halpen gasps and sneezes his new hind brain out into his hands]
He has become Oodkind, and we will take care of him.
It's weird - being with you, I can't tell what's right and what's wrong anymore!
It's better that way. People who know for certain tend to be like Mr. Halpen.
Will you stay? There is room in the song for you.
Oh, I've, I've... sort of got a song of my own, thanks.
I think your song must end soon.
[unnerved by this] Meaning?
Every song must end.
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