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[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!

[and he keeps the hold, now speaking over Gene's shoulder - he has completely invaded and destroyed your personal space, Gene]

Another recommendation - stop struggling. You'll end up breaking your arm going about as you are.

[is incredibly uncomfortable, thanks Master!]

I'm not doing a damn thing you say. [struggles more, pulling something and snarling back the curse but doesn't give up] I'll still kick your ass with one arm.

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