He went M.I.A. *Cut to Jim* All I wanna do *bang bang bang bang* *reloading noise* And shoot enemies
The Secret Service
Turn on the lights and shoot the black guy.
Logger-rhythms.
A barbecue
Wanna go ride bikes
I wanna Bone a part
Dalek themselves clean
A shocked Tano.
He was in charge of refresh mints.
Reload and shoot again.
Jim: I dunno. I never listened!
and I have few friends in real life.
A: They throw them down the stairs to see what noise they make.
A: It's meow-sic to their ears!
