realityshifted | Full Metal Time Lord!!! [action figure in stores today]

[On the ground there are three chalk circles with weird designs in them. One might even call these 'transmutation circles,' if one was so inclined. Very likely, one isn't. ]

[Sitting in the centre of the first circle is an old transistor radio.]

He destroys!

[The Master puts his hands over the circle, in glowing yellow light, the radio falls apart. Satisfied, the Master kicks the pieces over to the next circle.]

He creates!

[Hands-putting and yellow light repeat, but this time, the pieces come together and the radio is whole again. Another kick sends the radio into the final circle. This time, when he puts his hands over the circle, the radio lights on fire]

He thinks this really needs some sort of incantation. And pictograms. Pictionary, now that's an idea. Magical pictionary, now with one hundred percent more setting on fire the idiot who can't get that a pair of stars is 'binary'! Buy now for the low low price of years studying molecular structure.

[The Master starts cleaning up the alchemy circles by smudging them away with his toe. He was always a very diligent student]

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And now you're using their idioms.

Says one of their democratically elected leaders. Only one of us was an actively campaigning politician, something even the natives might consider primitive.

And then I ruled over them as their superior. Nice try, but no cigar.

Oh! Now who's the one using their idioms?

That was an idiom of Rassilon himself! You blaspheme.

You're really bringing blasphemy into the discussion?

You're not bringing much. Go on, then: on blasphemy.

Oh, but you are Mister [air quotes time!] 'Time Lord telephathy.'

How is that blasphemy?

That wasn't blasphemy, that was "not bringing much."

As for blasphemy, I didn't think you considered it that much. You're the one who turned the TARDIS into a paradox machine, after all.

[thoughtful and then he appears a little uncomfortable and bothered, looking away from the Master]

Something wrong, my dear Doctor?

No. Nothing's wrong. Everything's as it should be, it seems.

[shuffles a little awkwardly then inhale]

I should get going, I think. Good luck with your alchemy. It should keep you occupied for a bit, hopefully.

[grabs his arm]

You know better than that.

[disgusted sigh]

Aren't you the one that's always on about things being my choice?

I am a liar and a cheater. All my honour is twisted upside down.

[he holds back a siiiiiiiigh and looks around seemingly bored]

So what do I have to do to speed this all along?

Paradox machines.

[attempted apathy although he may be a bit bothered] What about them?

That's what I should ask you. What about them?

Why ask me? You're the expert on them.

[beat and he is bovvered] You know, is there anything you don't twist to fit whatever whim catches your fancy that day? I know you don't care about what you did to the TARDIS, but just the existence of that machine, it had to make you sick, I just don't know how -

[stops somewhat resigned] I just didn't think blasphemy was in your vocabulary at this point, that's all.

This is about me wanting you as a Time Lord.

I haven't got a clue where that came from.

You asked about paradox machines, I answered. What more is there to even discuss?

The bit about me twisting things on whims.

It's the truth, isn't it?

It's better than doing it on command.

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