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This place is complete bullshit. Every time I try using this crap 'technology' it up and breaks like the useless junk it is. And if one more bloke tries copping a feel of my arse, I'm locking the whole bloody city up. You hear me, brat? You're whole bloody city, nicked. Don't think I won't.

And Tyler. You and I need to talk.

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Nothing saying I can't bring a bloody holding cell to this place, now is there?

And take the whole building with it. Though I'd probably kill you first. Which would be annoying, actually; my self would give me a lecture on killing his things.

You can't kill me, you nonce. [glares angrily] And I am not that Frenchie bastard's thing.

Why, of course I can. You're of a very frail species.

Talk to that poofter about how 'frail' I am.

Edited 2008-03-24 22:21 (UTC)

Humans have multiple weaknesses. The strength and bulk don't protect those vulnerabilities, only the access to them. I could have you unconscious in one touch and dead in two.

[snorts] You're just as full of it as he is.

God, you're dense. I have to ask him why he likes you. I'd just dispose of you.

A little shit like you isn't gonna kill me in two shots, you ninny. It's just not happening. And you're welcome to tell him to leave me the hell alone. Can't stand the bastard.

[drums his fingers on his chin] I wonder what I'd have to do to make you believe, short of cracking open that thick skull of yours?

Not enough to make me believe a word that comes out your mouth.

All right. [shrugs, pulls out his screwdriver, and then opens up a funky cool holographic projector screen that makes Star Wars look like 1973 and starts working on it]

[won't ask won't ask won't ask -- aw, hell, who's he kidding?] The hell is that?

Laser screwdriver. [back to work!]

...the hell are you doing with it?

~~[playing with it]~~ Nothing within your capacity to think.

[~~kinky~~] Don't start with me. I'm not a div.

You're a self-deluded idiot. [lala, playing on my ~~gameboy~~ screwdriver]

I am not! [he's gonna end up snatching it if you don't tell him what you're doing]

[dude, it's isomorphic. This thing will now BURN the fingers of anyone who isn't the Master who tries to touch it (... he was mad at the Doctor for taking it from him)] Yes, you are. You've the intelligence of a Neanderthal. One of the dumber ones.

[that? won't stop the Guv. 's not his fault! he doesn't know it's isomorphic] And you need to keep your mouth shut.

But I can do so much with it open.

... [just...no words. cause that? that was nasty]

[not paying enough attention to Gene to register the reaction; holographic screens are v. engaging]

[and so Gene does something stupid and tries grabbing the screwdriver to get the Master's attention. and ow, that hurts] Fucking hell!