So there I was, just about to give some Cons the thrashing of a life time, when all of a sudden I wind up here with no warning whatsoever. Kind of rude, don't you think?

I'd say someone owes me.

[Despite how terribly upsetting this is for him, he sounds pretty calm and mellow.]

Now the question is, what's a guy got to do to have some fun around here?

[Nope, he's not going to give an introduction right away. He's too busy wondering if he's going to be bored here. Priorities.]

Hmm, two things!

First: I think we seem to be missing two other Starscreams! A skinny silver one and a big pink one, has anyone seen them around? It's always a pity when I lose, ah, associates, so it'd be nice to know if they're offlined or not.

[Because their loss has a huge emotional impact on him.

Okay next order of business.]

Now, second: I have recently come across some paint and I imagine, with all the projects going on and all, that some of you may be interested in acquiring some? Of course you are, silly question! As it turns out, I have some things I need to find, so how about we help each other out hm? As organics like to say: I scratch your back and you scratch mine?

So whaddya say?

[The first place he went when he woke up in this strange, barren, mechanical world was right out to that junk pile he'd been told non-living things were dumped once they were brought here.

He's been searching for hours, and by the time he sits down to rest, he's covered in grime and filth and looking tattered and grouchy when he activates the communication device he was given.]

So. I wouldn't suppose any of you great, big, metal blokes would've seen a comparably-tiny blue box layin' about, would yah? About 7, oh, 8 feet high on the outside, much much bigger on the inside, with two little doors and a few windows all around, and a light right on top. She's my TARDIS, an' I'd really like 'er back. Don't go anywhere without 'er - well, guess you could say I can't go anywhere without 'er - she's my ship. Been together a long time, me an' her.

Oh. An' if Donna Noble's muckin' about, I'd really like it if someone could direct her to me, or vice versa. You out there, Donna? If you're in the TARDIS, send me a signal if you please. Be nice t'get back home. Oi, an' don't go muckin' with the controls! Don't want you gettin' lost in time an' space, you hear me???

[Gruff demeanor aside, it's obvious whoever, where-ever, and whenever Donna Noble is, he's actually pretty worried about her. He huffs softly to himself, glancing around the junk pile, and then back at the datapad after a moment of contemplation.]

Don' suppose any'a you great, big, metal blokes would have any bananas would you? I'm feelin' a little peckish and I ain't had anything to eat since I got here.