Character: Graham O'Brien

- Do not shoot!
- Destroy!
- I think I was stupid enough Bud to stand without shields? It's safe here, gang!
- Hide behind shields, Doctor! You and your human friends have failed!
- Say Hello to Far.
- Activate the alarm for 9 Rel. The fleet will be called.
- No, never. No matter how much you try, no matter how long, I will always be in your way, with the best representatives of mankind. And now the most recent warning. Because I'm pretty. And trying my best. Stop the signal, get off the planet.
You're not my commander!
- Right. You heard me? I tried. Gave a chance.
- Gave and gave.
- Yes, Yes.
- Will I have enough speed, right? Enough speed for this plan?
Maybe.
- Probably.
- Probably.
- Need to work on that. Send new year's message. My friends and protect the Earth. This year, in any other. Forward!
- Exterminate The Doctor! The doctor must be destroyed!
The gang, now!
- Do not approach! None of you will survive!
- Aim the guns on the server!
- The weapon is not working!
- Now connect the parts.
- The bug of weapons!
- Time to run, Doc!
- Run!
- What is my shell?
Guardian burnt your shell, and we have what was not theirs. Well-assembled portable combo oven! High voltage and low current sensors, the primary and secondary windings is changed to a low voltage and a very, very large currents! Get down!
- Is he dead?
- The signal was never sent. I think this is my best trick. I'm overjoyed! Great job, team. Gang. Extended tale.