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"All right!", Jackie shouts before she opens the front door.

"Mrs Tyler.", She is met with the face of Strickland.
She slams it shut again and runs back to Mickey.

"It's him! It's the thing, it's the Slipeen!", She cries.

"They've found us.", Mickey gulps.
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"Mickey, I need that signal.", The Doctor tells him.

"Never mind the signal, get out! Mum-", Rose interrupts him.
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Mickey grabs a handy baseball bat.

"Just get out! Get out!", Rose's voice is heard over the phone.

"We can't. It's by the front door.", Mickey tells them.

Outside, it starts to unzip its body suit.

"Oh, my God, it's unmasking. It's going to kill us.", He cries.
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"There's got to be some way of stopping them! You're supposed to be the expert, think of something!", Harriet cries.

"I'm trying!", The Doctor exclaims.
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"I'll take it on, Jackie. You just run. Don't look back.", Mickey orders.
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"Just run.", He adds.

Sounds of the front door splintering can be be heard throughout the room.

"That's my mother.", Rose mutters.

Juliet pulls her into her chest and holds her close.

"Right, If we're going to find their weakness, we need to find out where they're from. Which planet. So, judging by their basic shape, that narrows it down to five thousand planets within travelling distance. What else do we know about them? Information!", The Doctor shrugs her comment off.

"They're green.", Juliet says.

"Yep, narrows it down.", He nods.

"Good sense of smell."

"Narrows it down."

"They can smell adrenalin.", Rose says leaving Juliet's embrace but still holding her hand.

"Narrows it down."

"The pig technology.", Harriet pipes up.

"Narrows it down.", The Doctor says yet again.

"The spaceship in the Thames, you said slipstream engine?", Rose asks.

"Narrows it down."
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"It's getting in!", Mickey exclaims.
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"They hunt like it's a ritual.", Juliet offers up.

"Narrows it down."

"Wait a minute. Did you notice? When they fart, if you'll pardon the word, it doesn't just smell like a fart, if you'll pardon the word, it's something else. What is it? It's more like, er-", Harriet trails off.