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[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.

[just doing the job, Gene! :D]

You act as if I'm giving you a choice, Mr. Hunt. [he jerks on the arm a bit, not yet to the point of breaking, but enough where it has to hurt even more] We could be good friends, you and I, if only you'd cease with your pathetic attempts at being self-righteous towards me.

[snarls out another curse, still struggling] I don't do friends, you bloody bastard, especially with murdering scum.

[he purrs in Gene's ear, purposely antagonistic]

Allies? Associates? Ahhh, the terminology doesn't matter...

[he sets his other hand on Gene's shoulder and begins to lightly tap a beat]

If I were to gain control of this entire place, you'd be the top candidate for enforcing any sort of law. Whatever crimes, whatever injustices... you'd be the man to call the shots. No one could tell you otherwise.

[that's way too gay, Master, and Gene says cut it out] I don't give a shit about your terminology, I stopped working with scum like you a long time ago.

[stoooop with the touching] Like I said, I don't work with murdering scum. I won't be on your take, you bloody bastard.

You make it sound as if you have a choice in the matter. If I so desired, I could completely bend you to my will and make you obey me unquestioningly. I did it before, and I wasn't even putting forth much effort. Would you like a repeat performance? Perhaps I could send you to kill Mr. Tyler instead, just to show that I can make you do what I want.

[he draws the one hand away from Gene's shoulder] Now... if you stop struggling and stop throwing your fists about like some sort of barbarian, I will let go of your arm.

Don't you touch Tyler, you hear me? I wasn't ready for you last time, but you're not bloody well using me like a puppet again. I'm not your toy, you sodding div!

[glares at him over his shoulder and then spits in his face] Fuck you you bleedin' faerie.

[he hisses, then quickly fists his hand in Gene's hair and jerks it back just short of where the bone would break] Unlike you, Mr. Tyler is learning his place! [he growls in the man's ear] You'll never be ready for me, Mr. Hunt.

[and so he doesn't release him] Well, looks like we aren't going anywhere for a long while then, hmmm?

[oh God that bloody well hurts] That's because he's a tessie. I'm not.

[he's gonna try kicking you now, Master] Not bloody likely, Samantha.

[he's kicked and yowls right in Gene's ear - stumbles, and takes the man with him because bloody Rassilon, he's not letting up until he gets what he wants... this will never end in a good thing between the two of them]

You bloody pathetic, useless excuse for a human.

[he begins cursing in another language, and gives a furious pull on Gene's arm, intent on either breaking it or pulling it out of it's socket]

[because his mun is evil, Gene gets a broken arm. and he screams, kicking at the Master some more as he curses in epithets never before heard by man] At least I'm not a bloody Frenchie!

[since Gene's arm is broken, he releases it; and in his fury at still being kicked - damnit that HURTS - he uses his grip on Gene's hair to try to vehemently throw him to the ground]

And at least I am capable of more than base level insults!

[hits the ground hard, rolling onto his back and looking up at the Master with hatred]

Well don't you win a prize? [pulls his gun]

[swiftly moves to kick the gun from Gene's hand]

You aren't shooting me today, Mr. Hunt.

[then he aims to kick Gene right in the side]

I don't like this sort of brutality. I would have much preferred we had a friendly discussion.

[ow, a boot to the head seriously hurts. but that's okay, because now Gene can spit blood at you] Yeah? Well I don't. So tough.

[he kicks him again]

I believe the conversation would have much benefited you more than me. Pity for you, hm?

[gets hit and makes a grab for the Master's leg] I don't need your bloody charity, Frenchie. I don't need your pity.

[his leg is grabbed, and he stares grimly down at Gene]

Next time I'll say unlucky, Mr. Hunt. I understand not wanting pity.

[yanks hard on his leg] The sentiment is noted.

[and he goes down, but he doesn't cease his fight there - instead giving a sort of 'stomp' with his other leg]

I should have snapped your bloody neck!

[what the hell is with the feet, Master?!] Not today you nonce! [scrambles away and to his knees, huffing and wheezing and holding his broken arm] Hah! No one beats the Gene Genie!

Edited 2008-02-16 23:13 (UTC)

[and this is the Master adamant on proving you wrong, Gene; basically, he has now lumbered up, so to speak, and is in the process of going to tackle you and pin you to the ground]

You're wrong on that!

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