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AUDIO ADVENTURES IN TIME AND SPACE
TRANSCRIPTION: "CONNECTION 13 - SEASON ONE ADVERTS" (AV3)
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THIS FILE WAS ORIGINALLY CREATED FOR MY OWN USE AS A RESEARCH DOCUMENT.
WHILE I FEEL THE WORDS ARE ACCURATE ENOUGH FOR THIS PURPOSE, I DO
RECOGNIZE THAT IT ISN'T PERFECT.
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TEMPERON: Audio Visuals Adventures in Time and Space.
The Space Wail.
BABE: I hope this trip is pleasant for
you. A pleasure to welcome you aboard.
JOBA: It seems very advanced. What a shame to waste it on
this ship.
BABE: Allow me to assure you, Guard Joba, that nothing is
wasted here.
?: [STRANGLED] Doctor. Escape
?: What's that noise.
GREG: Nadia! It's me, Greg, and the Doctor. We *want* to
help you.
NADIA: And him?
LOTIN: If I didn't need you, felon, I'd kill you now.
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TEMPERON: The Time Ravagers
DOCTOR: Daleks! I might have guessed.
GREG: You might have....
DOCTOR: But I didn't.
DALEK: WHICH OF YOU IS THE DOC-TOR? WHICH OF YOU IS THE ARCH
EN-EMY OF THE DAL-EKS?
DOCTOR: I've just remembered. It's worse than I thought.
DALEK: THE TIME SQUAD ARE RE-QUEST-ING TRANS-SOL-AR
DISKS TO CON-TIN-UE PUR-SUIT.
SFX: THE TARDIS DOOR BEING OPENED.
DALEK: DOC-TOR.
DOCTOR: Ah! Yes! Hoo! Busy goings-on in there, you know. Time
mechanics is hot work. Tea up, is it?
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TEMPERON: Conglomerate
GREG: Yes. That must be it. The city was
evacuated because that stuff got into the underground.
GREG: AHHHHHH!!!
DOCTOR: Greg? Greg, are you all right?
GREG: Oh, my legs.
DOCTOR: Impliment Drudger anti-espionage operation. All
drudgers, seek, destroy saboteur.
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TEMPERON: The Cloud of Fear
DOCTOR: This isn't a physical smell, Greg. It's a psychic
imprint on the air. The smell of fear, you might call it.
MUSIC: A LOUD STING.
BATES: Ahhh ha ha ha ha ha!
PSIONIVORE 2: I can taste his terror on the air. One more tightening
of the screw is all it needs.
PSIONIVORE 3: And then we can feed!
PSIONIVORE 1: And then we can feed!
DOCTOR: I'm going to die here. Do you understand now?
BATES: The foul fiend whispered in his ear, did he? Ooh, just
wait, Doctor. You think that was bad. But wait until
he starts to roar!
DOCTOR: I'd say death was due to heart spasm, brought on by
severe emotional trauma. Hmm. Provoked by a massive
phobic stimulus, to judge by his facial expression.
GREG: I thought he looked as if he'd... died of fright.
DOCTOR: Precisely.
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TEMPERON: The Shadow World
ASKRAN: Your companion is not asleep, Doctor. He has been given
a fifteen milligram dose of the drug. He is currently
in the first stage of entering what we call the
shadow world. If you do not help me, I shall increase
that dosage to such an extent that his mind will descend
into total collapse.
DOCTOR: Those repairs were far from stable. I didn't
really know what I was doing!
ASKRAN: You do like me, don't you?
WOMAN: Perhaps. I haven't quite made up my mind yet.
ASKRAN: I like you, very much.
WOMAN: That's obvious. But I still haven't decided about you,
little boy.
CHORUS: Here comes the chopper to chop off your head!
Chip-chop! Chip-chop! The last man's dead!
[GREG BECOMES INCREASINGLY FRANTIC AS THE VOICES OF THE
CHORUS TAUNT HIM.]
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TEMPERON: Audio Visuals Adventures in Time and Space.
The Space Wail. The Time Ravagers. Connection 13.
Conglomerate. The Cloud of Fear. The Shadow World.
Season One recommended by The Temperon.