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[sitting at his desk on the Plane, looking somewhat smug and rather content with himself]

Oi, Tyler. We've gotta talk. I've got some information on the Frenchie I've been meaning to tell you.

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Nothing that concerns you.

You mentioned me, so it obviously does.

I mention you plenty, that doesn't mean it concerns you.

Oh, I'm touched, Mr. Hunt, that you speak of me often.

Don't be.

And why not? I obviously merit additional attention from you.

I talk about a lot of scum, it doesn't make it flattering.

You do a marvelous job at attempting to make me feel as if I'm just another criminal to you, Mr. Hunt.

That's because you are.

Though I don't think you give your number out to every criminal, do you?

[narrows his eyes] Don't turn this around.

Well, it's true.

No, it's not.

So you do give your number to the people you arrest? Tsk, tsk, Mr. Hunt.

Just shut it, you ponce.

[the Master laughs, and without warning, moves to drape an arm over Gene's shoulder as if they're buddies] If you insist.

Oi! Get off! [shoves him away]

[oh well, worth a try] Now, are you going to tell me what you're up to?

No, don't think so.

[he growls lowly] You will tell me.

No, I'm not.

[he crosses his arms and glares]

[that's nice! Gene doesn't care]

[watch as he throws the first punch to your gut, Gene. if polite talking won't work, he'll speak your natural language!]

[ohnoyoudidn't! PUNCH BACK]