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The Cylon advanced upon them, red eye gleaming, scanning from side to side.

“Doctor! Get out of there!” Rory & Amy chorused

With a slight smile and tweak on his bow-tie, the doctor pulled out the psychic paper and held it up directly in front of the Cylon.

There was a pause followed by a distinctly audible ‘beep’ and the Cylon froze.

“What… what did you do?” Rory stuttered.

The Doctor held up the paper “Barcode. They cant help but read it. Gets Cylons every time”

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