Blayse: Where am I?
Carnell: You're in Kaldor City. I'm high and listeneing to Ambiant Music.
Uvanov: What am I doing here?
Carnell: Shouldn't you know that?
Uvanov: Must you answer a question with a question with a question?
Carnell: I don't know. Must I?
Iago: I'm male and tough.
Iago: See. I wield a gun and I can grunt out lame macho one-liners that even Bruce Campbell couldn't make sound cool and witty.
Fendahl: What am I doing?
Iago: Fuck knows. I'm macho!
Fendahl: Am I evil?
Alan Stevens: I want you to fuck me with that papiermachie streamer maw you call a mouth. Tentacle fuck me Urotsukidoji-style!
Justina: Did I fuck Av-I mean Paul Darrow?
Carnell: Did he slip it in your arse?
V32: My name is Sam Tylor. I was hit by a car and woke up as a robot on a sandminder-
Everyone Else: IT'S A FUCKING STORM MINE!
V32: Fuck you! In the far-future, am I in a coma, or have I travelled in time? Anyway, it's like a different pla- wait, it is a different planet.
Lawrence Miles: I'M THE BEST DOCTOR WHO WRITER EVER! ME ME ME! BWAH HAHAHAHAHHAHA! EVERYONE ELSE JUST DOESN'T GET IT!!!!!
Ben Chatham: Am I a unlikable retard?
Fendahl: Nigga, even I'm not going to kill you.
SFX: Scorpio gun.
Iago: Insert sub-par 2000AD-esque one liner here.
V32: Did Paul Darrow just kill Adam Rickett?
Carnell: What do you think?
V32: What do you think?
The Gimp from the Cover of Hidden Persuaders: I think I have several sexual problems.
Fendahl: Occam's Razor.
Iago: Death's Head.
Blayes: Hidden Pursuaders.
Justina: Taren Capel.
Fendahl: Storm Mine.
Every vanishes in a puff of pretenteous blithering.
Sutekh: Look, Fendy... if you're not going to kill all these people here, can I get a spot in?
(note: the above was written by Miles-Reid and all views within are his own and not those the blog administrator, even though he agrees with every single damn word and frankly thinks KC got off easy and there was a whole bucket of sputum reserved for The Prisoner - what the fuck was that all about?)