THE NINE: I spy with my little eye something beginning wiiiiiiith...F

THE SEVEN: Floor.

THE NINE: No, Seven, incorrect. Try again.

THE FOUR: Weeell, there's nothing in here, so, featureless cell, obviously.

THE NINE: Obviously not, Four. Have another go.

THE SIX: Flayed corpses.

THE NINE: What? Six, where are you even looking?

THE SIX: Are we supposed to be looking, I was exploring my imagination. It's rather fun.

(NOT SURE WHICH ONE THIS IS :(): Clearly the answer, Nine, is failed regeneration. You've let us all down, you imbecile, trapped us in a cell of your own making and now you expect us to play games!

THE NINE: It's food machine, you idiots. There's literally nothing else in here, it's what they used to get out, how could you miss it?

(AGAIN, NOT SURE): Oh yes, does seem obvious now you mention it.

THE NINE: Were you all, winding me up?

(NOT SURE): Us, ha. Heaven forfend, would we?

THE NINE: Yes, I won't play if your being like that. Then we can all be bored together.

(Someone enters the prison they're in)

THE NINE: Wait, did you hear that?

(NOT SURE): Of course I did cretin, we've the same ears.

ABBOT: Is that necessary? I said my brethren and I can handle them.

DOCTOR: I’m sure you can, but belt and braces, eh? If any more Glitches turn up, they might throw a

spanner in the works, and Liv can be surprisingly useful.

LIV: Exactly. Hold on. Surprisingly?

COMPUTER: How may I help?

ABBOT: I wish to show the Doctor the procedure for the dimensional cross. Would that be all right?

COMPUTER: That would be pointless. Your doom has arrived. It is the end. You will all die screaming. Is

there anything else I can help you with?

HELEN: They ate the Nine?

DOCTOR: I think they might have.

ELEVEN: No.

LIV: As in Seven, Eight, Nine? (laughs) Sorry, still not finding anything to be upset about.