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[the Master relaxes at a rather posh dinner table, as stolen from within the TARDIS. A book of some sort, a bottle of wine, a plate of scones, and a bag of jelly babies sit on the table. He's idly writing in the book]

TARDIS: broken out of.

War between the two major political forces in the globe: provoked.

Scones: ... a bit disgusting, actually. The consistency is terrible. Maybe I'll try to teach someone to make scones, because this just isn't acceptable.

Still! All in all, a good day. I wonder if I can get Devdas on the telly some time this afternoon?

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[sad!face] I feel bald, Miss Tyler.

Maybe you should see if there are any of those stick-on ones in the TARDIS wardrobe.

Oh, I can't use those; they're emergency nuclear explosion defenses. Sticky tape on the windows and fake facial hair in the cracks of the door.

So that's what they're for? That makes sense, now.

What, he didn't tell you? I didn't write up that TARDIS manual just to trap him in Castrovalva, you know. It actually has useful instructions in it.

He didn't know. I didn't even know there was a manual.

There's something to be said for asking the right questions.

Why would I ask 'bout a manual?

In case you end up alone with the TARDIS and no Doctor to fly it.

...oh, well, when that happened I just......broke open the console. [Sigh]

Yes, I saw. There are better ways. ... Not as many shiny lights my way, though. Not unless you string up the Christmas decorations.

I don't really remember too much. I sorta remember the lights, though.

Unsurprising. What's surprising is that you lived to remember anything. Hurrah for self-sacrifice!

I guess. He'd be dead completely, though, if I hadn't done that.

Yes, well, we can't have it all.

You'd be upset if he wasn't around and you know it.

It would just break my hearts to have the meddlesome fool out of the way once and for all, yes. To imagine: I could finally succeed in all of my plans without his interference! I weep at the thought.

You'd be lonely.

I'd be lacking in one of the few intellects to equal mine, and incensed that I was not the one to take his life when that honour is very much owed to me. That's all.

Exactly. You'd be lonely.

[would that be a genuine pout finding its way onto the Master's lips? Why yes, yes it would] No I wouldn't.

Pretty sure you would.

He's annoying.

Doesn't mean you won't miss him.

[far too Masterly to sulk! Except for the bit where he is] So?

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