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[didorothy]

[Sam has his hands in his pockets, casually strolling about the Astral Plane. Is he a bit shaken up? Maybe, but he's doing his best not to show it]

'ey, Gene? What do you say to going to the pub? Could do with a Scotch myself.

And, uh, did I miss anything?

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[didorothy]

The one who---he---oh. That's ... ironic.

[frowns, and then gives a curt nod, which is as close to thanks as the Master will get from Sam]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he nods in return] I'll need to tell him not to do that again. Believe me, Mr. Tyler. I'd much prefer you and Mr. Hunt alive than dead.

[didorothy]

To what purpose?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he smiles politely] Now, you'll know in due time. Just try not to get yourself killed again, if you would?

[didorothy]

We're not toys. And if I find out you hurt him in any way...

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he chuckles] Of course not.

Mr. Tyler, I assure you, Mr. Hunt came to no harm while he was being kept in the Doctor's TARDIS.

[didorothy]

No physical harm, maybe.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he frowns fully] Any emotional harm he suffered, he inflicted upon himself.

[didorothy]

He shouldn't have. He's not guilty. He's not a murderer.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Perhaps you ought to try getting that into his head. Not mine.

[didorothy]

It's a very thick skull to get through.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Then you'll need to be creative in getting through to him, won't you? Thick skulls rarely can be broken through. A little... finesse is in order.

[didorothy]

Finesse I can do.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Then perhaps you ought to get on it post haste, hm?

[didorothy]

[nods and leaves to go to his Guv]