(Light years away, on the planet Kembel Jeff Garvey is lying on the jungle floor, barely conscious. Garvey wakes up with a start, sitting up and peering about himself in confusion.)

GARVEY: I remember now. I must, I must kill. I must kill. I must kill.

DOCTOR: Importance lies in the character and to what use you put this intelligence. We respect you as we respect all life.

STEVEN: All women?

MAAGA: Women?

DOCTOR: Yes, feminine. Ah, female.

MAAGA: Oh, we have a small number of men, as many as we need. The rest we kill. They consume valuable food and fulfill no particular function.

* (Maaga indicates the two Drahvins)*

MAAGA: And these are not what you would call human. They are cultivated in test tubes. We have very good scientists. I am a living being. They are products, and inferior products. Grown for a purpose and capable of nothing more.

STEVEN: Grown for what purpose?

MAAGA: To fight. To kill.

VICKI: That was no risk! I noted, observed, collated, concluded... and then I threw the rock