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[the Doctor appears on the Plane, looking smug and jubilant and excited]

Oh, I do love a good day's work.

[Ironic juxtaposition FTW! And here's Ragnar, peering up at you, still delighted by this whole 'talking to people' thing.] Ah, yes, nothing like it--a day on the benches? But no, you would be showing, not participating.

Oh, arrogance and pride. I don't know if I know what that means coming from you.

[looks surprised, then curious, as he kneels down]

What makes you say that?

It means I've finally accomplished something brilliant, if you're curious.

I've spent too much time around your Tenth; I take 'brilliant' with a mine of salt. What have you done?

Begun the disbandment of a highly sophisticated force of invaders who've conquered several planets.

Aren't you not allowed to celebrate until you succeed in the disbandment?

Oh, but I am. There's no question. All of the pieces are in place. It's only a matter of Time, and I'm so very good with Time.

Then you have my congratulations. I should make you a hat! Or wine. Do you get people wine to congratulate them? I don't know; I didn't actually have to do a lot of PR.

Who were the invaders?

Why thank you! And I certainly wouldn't say no. Wine works for a good deal of occasions, doesn't it? Can't imagine why.

They've entirely too many names - the spawned from a group of renegades from various planets. I believe the intentions were good, in the beginning, but that was a long time ago.

Good day?

Then I'll get you some. And a hat. [looks him over] Really do wish I could talk you into something other than that outfit...

What, stopping renegades? That's a bit hypocritical, don't you think?

[tilts head slightly] What's wrong with my outfit?

[slight smirk] Perhaps, but they're bad at it.

Oooh, yes.

[a softer smile]

I'm about to make certain none of it was in vain.

How's that work?

What'd we do today?

[earnestly] I can leave London, now - I can do so much more than react, and I have. It's going to end, this miserable, selfish war.

[grin] Saved the world. The usual, you know.

That's brilliant.

Ah, well! You are human and thus occupy the position a breeder, not a performer, yes?

Isn't it? [with something almost childish glee] About time, too.

How are your reptiles?

[frowns, rather indignant]

Human? Hardly. [taps chin pensively]

Though if I were, I'd find that rather boring.

Oh, y'know. Crawling in and out of everything and chewing the wires.

Oh, it's just... well, it's a bit... gimick-y, isn't it? I mean, a black cricketer's uniform.

[laughs] Well then, I suppose that's all right.

Well, that's very rude of them. No wonder they need therapy.

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