I sighed and stepped out of the TARDIS and sighed. God, I hate this episode. Luckily I had an idea.

Facing vicious stone aliens that can't move when you look at them? I just brought my hammer.

We were cornered, weeping angels closing in from every side, their snarling faced filled with sadist amusement, their clawed hands outstretched.


They were closer and then they were almost touching us…


I blinked and looked at the cracked remains of an angel's neck as I listened to a fading, tortured screech.

"I was wondering what that would do."