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[and wow, that punch to the face bloody well hurt, Master] And I still don't bloody well believe you can! Just because you're a Frenchie bastard with a poofter beard doesn't make you a blasted alien, now does it?

And I have no reason to believe a word that comes out of your mouth after you made me drop a kid off a building, now do it?

[suddenly, for emphasis, he's using Gene's voice] And I suppose the lower temperature of my body is just a cold? And that your bloody Cortina suddenly grew wings and flew to get on top of that building?

You're an idiot, Mr. Hunt, there is more to your bloody world that just your Manchester and humanity. So what if I made you drop the boy from the roof - it makes no difference in this discussion!

[okay, that's kinda creepy and Gene backs off] I'm a police officer and you had to murder someone. As far as I'm concerned, the world is better off without you.

[he slips back into his regular voice and rubs where Gene punched]

If there were no murderers, you'd be out of a job.

[he sneers]

If it is any consolation, I had intended on retiring before I had been forced back into the business.

I could handle unemployment if it meant there weren't any scum on my streets.

[crosses his arms] Because someone held a bloody gun to your head and said 'kill,' I'm sure.

What an idealist.

[he once more gets up in Gene's space, seething] No. I was ripped off a bloody planet, brought to the one I'm stuck on now, was almost killed, then infected with a seemingly incurable virus, given a chance to think I might have been able to escape, only to be abandoned to my death by my own best enemy.

[he pauses, then laughs]

Then again, the last part isn't true. I declined the chance to survive.

[stares him down] So why the bloody hell are you still alive?

Mr. Tyler asked me the same thing.

The planet stopped exploding. Thus, I didn't die.

How does a planet just stop exploding?

Typically, Mr. Hunt, it doesn't.

I expect it is some sort of interference on part of the Twins.

[hmphs] I knew they were out to torture me, the freaks.

[he chuckles] If you think I particularly enjoy prolonged existence, you are thoroughly mistaken. I believe the both of us are being 'tortured', more or less.

I'd be happy to put you out of your misery.

Then do it, Mr. Hunt.

[looks him over, invading his personal space...and then lights a cig, blowing the smoke in the Master's face] Nope. You'd like that too much.

[he sighs, generally not bothered by the smoke] Pity.

[then he grins widely and promptly touches Gene in the form of patting the man on the shoulder] Then I expect you shall have to learn to deal with me, Mr. Hunt.

[jerks away] Don't touch me, I'm not a bleedin' faerie. And like hell I will. You stay away from me, got it?

Claw marks say otherwise.

[the Master purrs for just a moment] Mmm, no. I like you, Mr. Hunt. I'm not going to just leave you alone.

We didn't do anything! And I don't like you you ponce bastard.

So you claim - and isn't that just too bad for you?

[he will punch you again, Master, just keep pushing]

[he will keep pushing, Gene, just to be a prat]

I wonder how you'll explain the marks away to your missus. Or... is that why you slept on the couch last night?

[yeah, that was punch worthy. you'd think Gene would know better after the Master killed him buuuut no. punch anyway] Scum like you don't deserve to even think about her, you hear me? And I slept on the couch so I didn't wake her. Besides, there's plenty of mangy mutts on the streets, wouldn't be that odd if one of the buggers jumped on me, now would it?

[he takes the hit again and growls, but instead of throwing another punch he quickly moves to grab one of Gene's arms, twist it, and pin it against the man's back]

Mr. Hunt. Gene. I'd recommend you stop punching me before I lose what control I have and rip your throat open.

Though I suppose your 'mutt' story would work, provided your wife doesn't realise the claw marks are too widely spread to be within a paw pattern.

[struggles to get out of his grip, biting back several choice curses] Don't bloody touch me!

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