[humors this loud guy and looks around, as if expecting to see a city pop up] I don't see a city, much less a zoo. Did a circus parade get loose somewhere?
Don't patronise me, luv. I wanna know who left the gates open for the bloody cheetah to just wander about the City streets like a skirt working the corner.
[stares at him][Damn, he's almost a white British version of Doakes.]
Sorry, didn't mean to patronise you. Just, uh, trying to...lighten the situation. I guess. There's really a cheetah loose, or...is that a British slang I don't know.
Did I stutter? Do you need me to paint a bloody picture? There's a bloody cheetah wandering around downtown, you bleedin' ponce. Shit, are you Americans all that buggered?
The only place we have cheetahs in Manchester are the zoo, which is where they flippin' belong. [gives her a dark look] Wait, come again? What about that bastard?
What did the cat ever do to you? They can wander if they like. 'Course I've met my share of unpleasant cats... [shrugs] The planet I'm on right now. Full of dolphins.
I haven't been to a zoo in a really long time. And the Master's planet is full of cheetahs. He's like a cheetah king there or something. The one Master, not the one who looks like Sam.
Giant felines belong in the zoo or as a nice shag carpet. They aren't supposed to be wandering about my City. [...] You're as loony as that bastard Frenchie, talkin' 'bout other planets.
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