Musela jsem to napsat anglicky, protoze v osobnim PC nemam cestinu.
Usually, one wasn't confronted with a threshing machine unless at some obscure school trip. At least, in her life as a London born urban woman, Donna had not expected to ever see one, let alone operate it.
Well, here she was, using one. Against a Cyberman.
"Donna! To your right!" the Doctor yelled from the other side of the barn.
"Delete!" were the Cyberman's last words as it toppled over. The Doctor was on top of it in no time, deactivating it with his screwdriver.
"Now this is what I call a harvest," he grinned at her. She grinned back.
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