"Oooh, I must be mad. I’m sick of being cold and wet, and hypnotized left, right and center. I’m sick of being shot at, savaged by bug-eyed monsters, never knowing if I’m coming or going, or being. Oh, I want a bath. And I want my hair washed… I just want to feel human again. And boy am I sick of that sonic screwdriver! I’m going to pack my goodies and I’m going home. I said, “I’m going to pack my goodies and I am going home!"
also, these links are ironic.