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doctor who (d1) the master - ainley

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[and the Master appears on the plane with a book, idly flipping over the pages before putting it away in one of his pockets]

It's absolutely appalling how busy I've been of late - but such is the way of things. No one has died again since I've last been, hm? I'd hate find out that some of the more interesting inhabitants have once again met an untimely demise...

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[he chuckles] If you're attempting to antagonise me, I'm afraid it won't work. I'm in far too good a mood.

Oh? Did your little pet cat finally bed you, then?

[dear TARDIS, you are the biggest bitch in all the land; he snarls and bares his teeth] What she does is none of your concern.

[why yes, yes she is; she shrugs] I suppose not, but I see no other reason you'd be in such a good mood.

[watch as he switches moods again, grinning wickedly] Isn't that fortunate for me?

[frowns, curious] How do you mean?

[he's still grinning at you, TARDIS~] I have the element of surprise on my side.

What are you plotting?

What makes you think I'm going to tell you any details?

Because you've always had a weakness for revealing your plans.

To the Doctor - not to you. [a pause] And I'm trying to do away with those habits; it's not nearly as enjoyable if everyone knows what I'm doing, in detail.

I learn all the Doctor knows, anyhow. [frowns] You cannot deny who you are. Now tell me what you're planning.

No.

You annoying insect. Tell me.

[he smirks] Oh, angry because you aren't getting what you want?

I am not angry. Do not patronise me.

Yet you've already resorted to insults...

I wasn't aware you were deserving of anything else.

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