 No more than 50%. Let's say 75%. Bit harsh. Let's go 80%. No, no, no. I got it. 95%. Because it's basically saying that amazing bar 5%, which isn't too cocky, I would say. 100%. Yeah, yeah, that makes a far more sense. Welcome to shag-tastic, Mr Tenantac. Hello, Piper. Give it to me. I spend all day serving chips at that fucking school where you keep saying physics over and over again like you're off your nut, and now you're chatting me up. What are you doing? Building. That was over 10 years ago. Are you on the booze? What if I am? Huh? Then what, Mr Physics? I've gotten myself into a dick-duck pit right now. She's so annoying, I just want to die. She keeps talking like a chav. I should probably go. She's saying it's worth it. Yeah, let's go, yeah. Just move on from her. Pretend she's gone into that bloody void stuff thing. Milly Piper. I really want to shag how much. That's a show. I thought she'd be cheap. Who shall I go for next? Amelia Pond. I've got just the thing for her. Eggs. Are those things eggs? Really? Am I dead again or something? I'm sat right here. What is wrong with you, Tennant? Just because you're using a Scottish accent doesn't mean I want to date you. Yeah, but... I'm Scottish. Isn't that sexy? Can you stop talking to my wife and or girlfriend and or fiance please? Otherwise... Rory, shut up. Look, if you stayed on the show when I came on the block then I would have loved a shag. But you ditched when I came on so absolutely not. But you know you're one Scottish. Ness? Just stop. You're embarrassing yourself. Okay, look, I am hotter than Rory the Plastic Dildo. She's just a minute. Oh, but she's just racist against the Scots. But she's not really Scottish. Nah, that's more like it. Oh, I like an older girl, Sarah Jane Smith. Canine, let me introduce you to Canine. Oh, those were the days. Sarah? Oh, Tennant, there was a woman that came by asking for you. It was Mrs. Moore. I don't know if you could help me with something, Ashley. Um, I got my other hand stuck in the sink. Oh, come on! I say, Rory, what is wrong with you? I thought it was a stranger trying to, you know, do inappropriate things to you. So I came running and twatted him over the head. And if it wasn't Tennant, what would you have done next? Oh, well, I would have... Steady on, old girl. Come on! Why does not it want a shag? It's me. Anything for a shag? Hello, Gribbins. Oh, Doctor, it's them bloody aliens again! Well, we finished the show. Remember? No, seriously, it's them bloody aliens again! Can we sit somewhere like a cafe? Well, I think I need to take something. It's important. No! So what's wrong with you, cheeky sod? I did something, and it went wrong. I'm going to die. Oh, my word, David! But I thought you looked a change like your whole body's. Speaking of bodies... You want a sex change? What? Oh, sorry, I thought that's what you were implying. You miserable old son. All right, wait, wait, I'm lost. So you're dying? No, I was just saying that for the end of time reference. Ah, look, what I'm trying to say is that... I know what it's like to die. God knows how bloody wish I did back in the Dalek invasion of the 2169. Oh, fuck, it was cold. But I get it. You're suicidal. What? No, Cribbins! Were you to shut up? Will you shag me? Yeah. I know where that is. You didn't even hear me, did you? I was daydreaming about the Dalek's shaft in me. I won't miss those days. Go again, though. Physics! Tenet was just saying he wants a shag! So you didn't hear me? Oh, we know. And we're here to tell him a thought. Thank you.