Kargaz: “So our friend Klank has got delusions of grandeur, eh? We’ll have to sort that out before he does anything really silly.” Chomper: “It was all of a sudden - one minute he was normal, the next - well, he certainly wasn’t the Klank we know.” Kargaz: “I shall have to give this some deep thought.” (Looks in chalice) “I say, Chomper, that was quite a decent drop of red wine - any chance of some more to aid the thought processes?” Mogbot: “That’s all we had. We don’t drink wine.” Scrappy: “There’s a gallon or two of motor oil in the basement, if you like, or some WD40.” Kargaz: “Er, no thanks, Scrappy - not quite my beverage of choice, you know.” Fat Bob: “You’ve grown your hair long again, then.” Kargaz: “Yes. I think it suits me better than the short-back-and-sides the Archwizard favours. Bit draughty round the lugs. I had thought of dying it a shade of red, being the Red Wizard and all that, but I reckon that would get right up the Archwizard’s nose. Anyway, back to our Klank, ‘The Klank’, all shiny purple and full of his own importance.” Chomper: “Any idea what might have caused the sudden change in his personality?” Kargaz: “Coming so soon after the carry-on with the Time Key and all that, I suspect it might have something to do with the Time Bomb going off - some lingering radiation, maybe.” Chomper; “You could go and ask that Auritu and her Time Lords.” Kargaz: “Ah, nice try, Chomper, but I’m persona non grata up there now. On the other hand, you could go and chat to her, couldn’t you? Take the Magic Reindeer, that’ll intrigue her.” Mogbot: “Not what you’d call a comfy ride, though.” Kargaz: “Here’s a thought, now: did Klank get anywhere near that activator Barney found? That had some very odd properties - and effects.” Mogbot: “Didn’t affect us other bots.” Kargaz: “You didn’t handle it; he might have.” Chomper: “OK, so me and Mogbot go see the lady, then?” Kargaz: “I’ll take you there; but I won’t be allowed in, so I’ll wait for you outside the presidential mansion.”