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[The Doctor appears on the Plane, a mixture of utterly confused, and mildly annoyed] Oi! Bit more of an explanation would be nice! What sort of machine... [and he trails off when he notices the stars and galaxies, his expression turning to one of manic delight]

Fantastic! [walks around a bit, relieved to find that he is not falling through space, before noticing something] ...Hang on, this is all a bit wrong. Like some idiot cut up the universe and pasted it back together, but they’ve got no idea where anything goes. [digs through his pockets and eventually pulls out a red sharpie and a pad of paper, drawing out some proper star charts, and sticking them onto the “floor” of the Plane with duct tape. Because it holds the universe together.]

See? Not terribly complicated, is it? I’m sure you lot could fix it up this “machine” of yours with a bit of jiggery-pokery in no time. [crosses his arms] I’d fix it myself, but I’ve sort of got things to do, places to see, etc. So if someone wouldn’t mind showing me the way out, I’d appreciate it, thanks. [ waits for some kind of response] ...Ah. Maybe a bit of bribery? I’ve got...erm...[digs around in his pockets again, and pulls out a banana] ...a banana? Good source of potassium, bananas. [another pause] That’s never going to work, is it?

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I'd take the first option over the second.

If I got what your morality said I deserved, I'd be dead. Lucky you that I'm not, isn't it?

I'm not sure luck's got anything to do with it. [but he does feel lucky anyway, regardless]

I'm only pointing out an inconsistency, Doctor. I'm sure you don't mind a little friendly debate on your ethics.

[why yes he does mind, actually :|] I'd rather debate yours. Oh wait, you haven't got any.

And so they can't be questioned! Sorry about that. I think it just leaves us yours.

Hate to disappoint, but I've got better things to do than sit around and have a "friendly debate" about my ethics. [he's not leaving yet, though]

You all do this, Doctor. In different ways, yes, but there's an unmistakable pattern to it.

[smiling]

But all right. I'll bite. Why don't we sit around and talk about the home planet instead? I'll see just how tinted your memory is.

[frowns] An unmistakable pattern to what? [avoiding that bit about Gallifrey, obviously]

Your need.

[a bit of awkward silence] ...Need? I've got no idea what you mean. Don't need anything at the mo'.

Really?

You know, I'm thirsty. I think I'm going to go to the bar and make myself a White Ballistic.

[he flashes the Doctor a smile, then walks - not too quickly - in the direction of the Astral Bar]

[has a small, internal debate over whether to follow or leave, but that /need/ the Master mentioned wins, and he follows] Could do with a drink myself.

[he is definitely smirking]

Good boy. I wonder if you know 'sit,' too?

[...stops following, and glares] Right, changed my mind. Not thirsty anymore. [is now swanning off in the other direction. and sulking. :|]

[sing-song]

Doctor! You're making it even more obvious!

[and with that, he just leaves the Plane, obvious or not >/]