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[seated in an ornate armchair, speaking in fluent, articulate, and rather pleasant-to-the-ears Gallifreyan]

It's actually a bit disgusting, hearing you lot speak Gallifreyan so primitively. Like chanting off - no, that metaphor's incomprehensible without a background in high mathematics. Fine. Like writing Calculus and finding everyone else doing basic algebra.

[then he changes to Russian - less articulate, of course, but he's comfortable with the language]

This one, though, this one's a bit ironic. Look at me, the Master, the deathless, blathering on in Russian. Haven't been in ages, should probably go back and put a few more legends into the locals.

[sips from his wine, and slips back into Gallifreyan]

At least the people of the city still understand me.

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Oh but I recognize that tone.

Status quo, though, isn't it? Always running away.

Now you're the one sounding bitter. [looks back at him] Ever get the feeling that even when we are speaking the same language, we're not? That we're just wrapping up everything in layers until it's something new?

Don't wax philosophical at me. Bullshit requires words.

[stares at him for a moment before he bursts out laughing]

[frowns] All of you are cracked.

[snorts] We're all mad here.

Maybe I should get you medication.

[snorts] How about this? You figure out what's for dinner and I'm going to try to fix the scanner. It, erm, broke. Sort of. I spilled my tea on it. I wasn't going to tell you because you'd make fun of me.

You're an idiot. [can tell when the Doctor's gone done a stupid]

[rolls his eyes] Don't give me that, you don't even know what I've done. Dinner, though, yeah? [motions eating just to get confusion out of the way]

Yes, dinner.

[smiles] Right then. See you, Master.

What did I say about that smile?

[smirks a bit at his tone] Yeah but you like it. [hops off the plane]

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