[Locked from the Daleks] Ok, listen up, cause this is important.

The deadly salt-shakers that posted on the community?

DON'T GO NEAR THEM. Stay away from them, and you're safe. They're daleks, creatures with no pity, their only purpose is to kill and keep on killing until there's nothing left in the universe except them, the ultimate in racial cleansing. Don't talk to them, don't go near them, just - don't.

They should all be gone by now, but there's something about this community and it seems that things that should be dead aren't.

I'll try to sort this out, the best everyone else can do is stay out of the way.

Other me? Master? You couldn't give me a hand on this, could you? We could meet in a TARDIS. Mine, maybe?

[Locked to the Master]
I still don't trust you. But if they wipe us out, that's it. No more chances.
[/Locked to the Master]

Oh, and do us a favour, DON'T tell them I was here until I'm ready, ok? Thanks. Bye!

[RL, the TARDIS]

Ten sat at the TARDIS console frowning at the screen. This community was starting to be more trouble than it was worth. The Master and now the Daleks? The only way this could get worse was if someone pulled a Donna and got into the TARDIS.

He ran a hand over his face. Luckily Martha was busy somewhere.

"Well, this is just brilliant, isn't it?"