<strong>"Who gave you permission to speak,"</strong>the Doctor growled through gritted teeth, his fists clenched as cold fury pumped through his veins. He had never looked so angry, his body shook with rage, his nose wrinkle in a feral snarl, his eyes were burning with fury and his face was red from the anger shooting through him.<br/><br/>The guns didn't matter. Being out numbered didn't matter. Being faced with humongous green aliens didn't matter. All that mattered was what was going to happen next.<br/><br/>He slowly reached into the inside pockets of his anorak. One hand pulled out a bottle of dark liquid, the other pulled out what looked like a packet of mints.<br/><br/>"I'm going to give you one chance to let me have Robin and take her to the TARDIS," the Doctor spoke slowly. "You're not going to survive the next few minutes. If you let me take her to the TARDIS, I'll make it seconds."