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[no, my fellow Plane-goers, your eyes do not deceive you. there are, in fact, two Genes sitting at the Astral Bar, each with a pint in hand -- and each with a set of wings that were most certainly not there the last time anyone spoke with the Guv. there's also this weird little fact that the Gene Genie is looking a mite peculiar, in that he's, well ... slightly more feminine in appearance? oh androgyny, you and Gene don't mix. not that the Genes at the bar seem to care, really. they're more interested in talking shop]

This hellhole's gone on long enough. 'bout time someone stepped in to fix the bloody place.

So long as Tyler isn't getting his head stuck where it don't belong, I could give a toss about who's doing what to who.

I don't care who or what your Tyler is, so long as he isn't breaking the law. You understand that?

Like a tart with her titties showing.

[both men snort and take a drink.

I suggest you approach with caution]

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[:) Have a Master. He tilts his head a bit at the image - two Genes, both of them with a pair of wings and...looking oddly feminine - before smirking just a tad.] Now, isn't this interesting. What have you been up to in my absence?

[and both Genes look to see this new strange person; neither looks terribly impressed]

Couldn't say, seeing as I don't know who the hell you are.

[The Master is unbothered by this!] Really? I am offended, Mr. Hunt. Though taking the... physical differences in mind, I could suppose you aren't precisely you.

I've always looked like this. What are you going on about?

Nevermind. It's not important. [He flashes a fanged grin.] I am the Master.

[It is possible he's either bored or is thinking of devious things. Who knows. Probably bored. :|]

[:|]

Yeah. I don't give a shit.

[and Gene goes back to the bar with his other self! as this man is neither Sam nor is he breaking the law at the moment]