[ When the video starts, Gunn will just seem surprised that it's working at all. ]

Man, I am getting pretty tired of fighting other people's wars. Is what they said true? There's gotta be some sort of portal or spell or - something. I mean, as far as 'other dimensions' go, this one ain't half bad, but I've got shit to do in mine, thanks.

There a magic shop anywhere? Or just books of.. spells or whatever.

[ Which would be nigh incomprehensible without Fred, but he'd muddle through it if that's what it took to get home. ]

-- right, uh, thanks in advance, I guess.

[There's a lot of flickering. The Doctor's face is in shadow, defined by the small specks of light wherever he stands. His eyes are cold, but there's something almost sad and weary if it can be seen in this light.]

You tell us to make friends. You tell us to play nice. And if we behave ourselves and brighten up the place, the city will be saved and our fragile little worlds will stand a chance. It's like a fairy tale right out of a storybook. Make friends, give yourself stronger powers, kill the nasty giants, and save the world. So easy a child could do it, right?

Sure. Until the people you've bonded with vanish without a trace one after another like they're being picked off, slipping away into the ether like they never existed. Poof. And there go those bonds you keep telling us to make.

[He makes a violent separation gesture with his hands]

I'll be a good little soldier and fight the giants, if only because our stable little worlds might warrant some saving. But that's all you're getting from me.