A cloud of emerald brilliance swept down from on high, as the host took sight upon their prey. They had no mercy. They gave no quarter. The single-minded resolve of the swarm knew only the mission. Only the Will of the Doktor.
They were angels with tyrannosaurus heads, and with pirate-ship-cannons for arms, and wicked sick purple mohawks, and they were Heralds of a totally boss new World Order.

Today's edition of the Secret Commentary is empty, because Dave failed to come up with something for it.