Carver just snickered at him. "Have to catch me to ground me, [i]Dad[/i]. Maybe you can spend this time thinking about what I've said. I told you, I'm gonna do an experiment. Let's see what happens when you have [i]your[/i] autonomy taken away."

He turned to walk toward the door, not bothering to look back as he waved. "You can count yourself lucky, though. I [i]wanted[/i] to try putting your brain in a jar, hooking it up to some disembodied eyes, and making you watch your body get used as a puppet. Those [i]'brats'[/i] are the ones who talked me out of it. You should thank them the next time they grace you with their presence."

He paused for a second, then stepped over to the small table with the Finkelsteins' main phone. He bend down to unplug it, carefully wrapped up the cord to prevent tangles, and carried the whole thing away with him. There was another phone in the kitchen, if the Doctor really needed it. He'd just have to get out of his chair and drag himself on his belly all the way down the ramp. The pumpkin creature snickered again, knowing it would take something incredibly drastic for his creator's ego to allow him to 'lower himself' like that.