Really, Ianto thought, they should all be used to this kind of thing. They’d been in this job long enough to be well aware that Torchwood and dignity didn’t mix. Nevertheless, somehow they were never really prepared, they still had this kind of blind optimism where they thought that this time, everything would work out just fine.
It almost never did.
Which was why they were now in this awkward position, covered in goo and hanging upside down from a signpost in the middle of Cardiff.
Some aliens should not be made angry.
“We’ll get it next time!” Jack promised.