Donna took several hurried steps backwards, suddenly wishing the TARDIS wasn’t so far away.
“Hold on a mo, mister, nobody ever said anything about giant spider aliens! Been there, done that, had the wrecked wedding! Not going through all that again, thank you very much!”
The Doctor gave an exasperated sigh. “Honestly, you humans! The Sisterhood of the Web are nothing like the Racnoss. They’re peaceful people, the finest weavers in the galaxy.”
“That’s all very well, but they’ve got a few too many legs for my tastes.”
“Ah, but that’s what makes them so good at what they do!”