One of the creatures from before hands Rose a cup: "Your refreshment." She asks its name, and it responds without hesitation: "We have no titles. We are as one." Rose asks Danny what they're called, and again he OMGs at her ignorance: "Where've you been living? Everyone's got one!" Rose is like, "Again: not me. What are they?" They're the Ood. One letter off from "God," two letters off from "Brood" -- somewhere in the middle. Rose makes hilarious faces, repeating after him: "'The Ood'?" Danny nods. "Well, that's...ood," jokes Rose, and he agrees: "But handy. They work the mine shafts. All the drilling and stuff. Supervision, and maintenance! They're born for it. Basic slave race." Which takes Rose aback: "You've got slaves?" Scooti rolls her eyes, not unkindly: "Don't start! She's like one of that lot. 'Friends of the Ood.'" We're, I think, in the 43rd century: twenty-some-ood centuries past the Empire of the Wolf by now. Rose isn't feeling them: "Well maybe I am, yeah. Since when do humans need slaves?" Danny, the Ethics officer, waves it off: "But the Ood offer themselves. If you don't give them orders, they just pine away and die." Rose stares at an Ood that's drawn near: "Seriously? You like being ordered about?" It's all they crave, it tells her: "We have nothing else in life." Rose narrows her eyes: "Yeah, well, I used to think like that. A long time ago." (She thinks it's last season; she thinks this is a story about liberation. She thinks this is another story about a fake bastard God and the cages he keeps you in. It's said that in an early draft, this role was played by a Raxacoricofallapatorian race who hated their slavery and would make a deal with any old Satan to escape, for example. But this isn't last season, and it's not fake Gods we're dealing with, now that we've heard the real one singing.)