(TARDIS crashing)

Doctor: Oh, no, no, no, no, no… Don't do that! Seriously, I get it. We're in trouble. The Cloister Bell? Come on! That's an overreaction. OK. Maybe not. Enough with the alarms already. Oh, Come on… Give me some good news. Collision course? What? Oh… This is Emergency Program… Errm… Two. No. Three. No, no, no, Two. This is definitely a Two. OK. Err… Hello, I'm the Doctor and my space-time capsule is about to crash land into your planet. Sorry for not knowing which one that is yet. I'm still trynna figure that out, which I admit does sort of add insult to injury. Basically, my ship passed a super-dimensional electromagnetic plasma field and it's fried all the flight controls. It's now in free fall through time and space and heading right for you. Now, this bit's important: There's no one to blame for this but me. So don't go thinking you've angered the gods or the other side launched a preemptive strike. This is the fault of one stupid old man who just wanted a close look at the cosmic windstorm whatever the risk to himself or others. For that, I can only apologize. To the people of the… Err… Far northern regions of the planet… Earth. Oh, great. They have to be.