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[the Doctor appears beside the elegant armchair he brought to the Plane ages ago; once again, he is battered and exhausted; his eyes are bloodshot, his body pale and bruised, his jacket torn and his shirt stained with gore

in one hand, he's clutching a laser gun; it, too, is dirty with violence

he lets it clatter to the ground, collapses into the chair, and mutters]

I really do hate Daleks.