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[so, Lucy's been hanging out on the Proper Doctor's TARDIS for the last few days after some very unforseen and unexpected events. meaning she's missed a great deal of the hubbub. sadness. but she's here with a purpose! that purpose being an apology]

Diva? I really must apologise. I know we were supposed to have that party, but I was ... indisposed rather suddenly. Do you suppose we could try again? It would be nice to have some proper entertainment.

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[she's looking at your rather funny]

And you would be?

Wade Wilson, Deadpool, and I'm here to tell you about the Twin's Shop. Got a minute?

I don't make a habit of accepting solicitations, but very well. What kind of shoppe?

Well you should remember the place from when you first came here. You should remember the magic and whimsy and strange mystery of the Twins.

What you might not be aware of, and what I seek to remind my fellow Plane-goers of, is that you can return at any time!

And there's just about nothing the Twins can't sell or do!

[As far as you know.]

[Or at least as far as you assume.]

For reasonable, fair prices, they can get you rare and unique and wonderful items that will make you the envy of all your friends and maybe get the attention of a special someone!

[eeeeeeeeer]

I all ready have access to everything I want, thank you. I don't need anything from the Twins.

Well that would certainly explain your cheery disposition.

Perhaps.

So what should I call the happiest person on earth?

Lucy Saxon. Charmed, I'm sure.

Saxon, Saxoff.

I beg your pardon?

Really? Well then consider yourself pardoned.

You are a strange man, do you know this?

No, I didn't. Thank God for your impeccable abilities of perception or I might have remained in the darkness forever!

Yes, well. You can leave now.

You mean I couldn't before?

You misunderstand. I'm telling you to leave.

Ohh, big woman now, huh? Well, let me tell you, I don't leave until I feel like it.

How ungentlemanly, disturbing a woman's peace. You should be ashamed.

Well as soon as you start caring about disturbing my peace, I'll start caring about yours.

Need I remind you that you are the one who approached me when I was obviously addressing someone else?

Need I remind you that you're acting like a stuck-up priss?.

I am the Prime Minster's wife, you ridiculously clad heathen. I am not a priss.

Do I look like Captain Britain to you? I don't care if you're the freakin' Queen. No one talks down to me unless a paycheck is involved.

I will address you in any fashion I so choose. Consider it a lesson in proper etiquette. One should always know how to behave amongst their betters.