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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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...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!

Idiot. [takes his screwdriver back and resumes work, as if not disturbed]

[this is his angry face, Master. and if he can't steal your little toy, he can revert to a barroom brawl mentality and try and punch you in the head]

[magical plot device screwdriver: produce Invisible Forcefield. Incidentally, "Ballroom Blitz" that's playing]

[that's a rather painful forcefield. Gene does not appreciate the bruised knuckle and possible broken fingers] Cheap cowardly bastard!

[shrugs; pong is srs bzns] I could say the same to you.

I'm not a coward.

Of course you are.

The bloody hell would you know?

[spares him a glance] It's a bit obvious. [and back to pong]

I'm not the one who had to force another bloke into doing his dirty work. You can't even own up to your own shit. That's being a coward, not me.

I'll confess it to anyone who asks, if that's what you mean. There's nothing I've done that I'm ashamed of, after all. And as to killing your DI myself, well. [shrugs] Sam Tyler didn't die because I wanted to kill him; he died because you were annoying me.

Don't turn this onto me. You had me kill Tyler because you're a psychopathic piece of shit.

Not particularly. Granted, I was feeling a bit vicious that day, but if I felt indulging in proper psychopathy, I would've killed someone myself. Rose Tyler, for example. One of the Doctor's assistants, and so the perfect victim. I'd torture her a bit, snap her neck, clean up the corpse, the old song and dance routine.

Your DI died because you aggravated the wrong person. I'm honestly surprised if he's the first of the people you care for who's suffered for your follies.

[narrows his eyes] You aren't killing anyone so long as I'm on watch. That bird don't deserve to die -- no one does.

[crosses his arms] I don't let my team get hurt.