How much are you going?
There’s something that doesn’t make sense. Let’s go and poke it with a stick. Look at me. No plans, no backup, no weapons worth a damn. Oh, and something else I don’t have: anything to lose. So, if you’re sitting up there with your silly little spaceships and your silly little guns and you’ve any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight; just remember who’s standing in your way. Remember every black day I ever stopped you and then, and then, do the smart thing. Let somebody else try first. I once spent a hell of a long time trying to get a gobby Australian to Heathrow airport.