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Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I've always known him: Jeff. All I've got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don't lie to me!
Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I've always known him: Jeff. You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! I'm nobody's taxi service; I'm not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship.
Annihilate? No. No violence. I won't stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I'm the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm - and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn't you? I'm nobody's taxi service; I'm not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship.
- They're not aliens, they're Earth…liens!
- All I've got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong?
- Heh-haa! Super squeaky bum time!