““The Doctor closed his eyes as the razor claws reached out through the rain, waiting for the killer blow. It never came. He opened one eye cautiously. The creature was staring at its claws, turning them this way and that. It looked down at the Doctor. ‘I think I chipped a nail.’ The Doctor blinked. ‘I’m sorry?’ ‘A nail. Look.’ It held out a claw. ‘And that head. Do you think it’s going to be fattening? You never know with foreign food, do you?””
