the change in your face [when anger shows]

[didorothy]

[Have you, gentle reader, ever wanted to know what barely contained, borderline homocidal rage sounds like when delivered in John Simm's delightful Mancunian accent? Then here is your chance!]

There is a savannah. Outside of Manchester.

A savannah. Outside. Of Manchester.

Everywhere.

With cheetahs!

Gene Hunt, I am going to gut you, and when I'm done I'll have 'em prepared for your funeral so your Missus doesn't have to cook.

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[didorothy]

[glaring at him something vicious] He's not your tool.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Of course he isn't. The tool is only as powerful as the wielder. He has his free will, Mr. Tyler. He isn't a tool yet.

[didorothy]

And he won't become one.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

As long as he's still useful to me, Mr. Tyler, she'll be unharmed.

[didorothy]

[Sam gives the Master a very angry look, but clenches his teeth, aware that there isn't anything he can do in the here and now]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master grins at Sam] You'd best get used to it, Mr. Tyler.

[didorothy]

I won't need to.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, going to stop me?

[didorothy]

Yeah, I am.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

And how do you plan on doing that?

[didorothy]

Consider it a surprise.

[and he drops from the Plane!]