The Oracle stopped and turned to Ben, looking at him like he was becoming increasingly tired. "Do you do this often?" He asked, honestly curious. "I mean, making terrible jokes in times of severe crisis or importance. Most people would be running for the hills, and here you are making awful jokes about bankers and aliens killing you." He sighed, turning again, not waiting for an answer. "Unfortunately, the Judoon don't allow people to get in their way. Hitting one is punishable by death, as are most crimes, but they are bound by the laws of the area, so they can't enter anywhere that's unauthorised, nor can they break traffic laws." He explained. "Hopefully there will be signs or something that will hold them up for long enough for us to sort something out."