[Nogrod]

The Doctor: Now Mr. Nogrod, I have the good news and I have the bad news. Which one would you like to take first?

Nog: Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,
Waiting in a hot tureen!
Who for such dainties would not stoop?

Doc: Don't try that on me. It won't work. Here's the good news: you'll soon be blissfully ignorant of what goes on. How's that?

Nog: Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!
Beau--ootiful Soo--oop!
Beau--ootiful Soo--oop!

Doc: Nuu-urse! The straightjacket, please!

*a mild struggle ensues*

Nog: Soo--oop of the e--e--evening!

Doc: Okay that's it.

*hits Nog with a hammer so that blood spills all around*

Doc: The bad news then... You suffer, beside your overt madness, from a rare syndrom called Europeanismus narcolepticus. It means you will fall in a deep sleep quite so soon...

*starts staring Nog in the eye and swinging a pendulum in front of his eyes*

Nog (resignedly): Beautiful, beautiful soup...

*hits Nog to a head with a hammer, more blood around*

Nog (hardly audible): Beautiful soup! Who cares for fish,
Game, or any other dish...

Doc: Nuu-urse! Nuu-urse! Get this weirdo to room 9, will you?