Is the world ending, again? You know, I forgot to mark this apocalypse on the calendar.
Oh. You're telling me the world isn't ending, and we've only had a small cataclysm? Man, mortals like their dramatics.
What...why would someone leave something like that?
Oh god...oh fucking...I'm going to be sick.
Fuck...all that blood...
Happy Birthday, Mr. Jones. I do hope you enjoyed my present. Granted, it was a day late but you can't expect a busy man like me to keep up with all these little earth dates and there was so much to plan and so many things to buy!
I hope you all realise how relaxed your security is! Although if you haven't got the idea just yet then you might want to check on all your staff. Missing anyone? Maybe? You should all look into that.
Some of you might want to check your doorsteps, I've left some of you a little gift. I thought it was about time that some of the younger members of your little team got a little bit of a shock. After all, who needs all that wide eyed innocence? Not Torchwood!
Now if you excuse me, I have something to get back to.
This is definitely not Fawcett City. Radio Station W.H.I.Z. is nowhere to be found!
Oh god... that's... fuck.
I can't do this. I just can't watch it anymore. I... this... fuck.
Dying is really painful. I wouldn't recommend it.
Yep. Definitely not doing that again.
Well, I guess that's beside the point since I'm already dead.
I'm going to fucking kill him. I don't give a fucking shit about what we're supposed to do. I'm going to fucking kill him.