TTR: Department of Anti-Crime (drabble)
WARNING: Contains whopping spoilers for /The Poison Sky/.
"I'd like a word with you," the Traken Master hissed.
"Yeah, whatever." Harry Saxon looked up briefly from making red biro
annotations in his copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales.
"It's one thing to be less than thorough in your evil out here..."
Saxon bridled, but said nothing.
"...But when you start doing good /Inside/ as well, steps have got to be
"What? What? WHAT?"
The withered husk sighed.
"What did UNIT use so effectively to fight the Sontarans? The Valiant,
that's what. And who gave it them? On a plate? Without even installing a
convenient, obvious self-destruct mechanism?"
Thinks: This is what a nice clean life leads to. Hmm, why did I ever lead one?
-- Bluebottle, in the Goon Show