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[Gene appears, a sandwich stuffed into his mouth, a cig in his other hand. he may or may not have stolen said food from a suspect currently being held at CID. he'll never admit it if you ask, anyway. at any rate, he's grinning maniacally from behind his sammich] Gene Genie: 1. Scum: nicked.

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He and I are the last Time Lords in my universe. That's it. No one else.

So that forgives him murdering innocent people. Good people.

[shakes his head] No, it doesn't. Nothing can erase that.

Then do something about it. Last or no, if you're that interested in him, then you'd best keep him in line or I'll do it.

I'm trying to! I'm keeping him busy now.

By what? Playing with his willy?

[Gene just really broke the Doctor's brain there] What? By keeping him challenged.

Is that what you faeries are calling it now?

[icon] We're playing Risk. You know, the territory game.

Last I checked, I was a grown man. Board games are beneath me.

[rubs the back of his neck] We're not playing with a board.

Then how the hell are you?

[carefully] There's a war going on here, on this planet. He ended up supporting one side and I'm giving the other side a boost to stop him.

...you're playing with people's lives?

I hope not. It's just the first thing he did when he broke out. I'm trying to get the others to stop listening to him. Except, well..he's more convincing than I am. And that's why there's a war.

And that's your idea of keeping a murdering, scum-sucking shithole challenged so he stops offing people? [cue healthy doses of skepticism]

[and now he rubs his eye] Yeah, I know. It's keeping him away from you lot and keeping him somewhere I can watch over him. It works in a sense.

Just lock the bloody bastard up and have done with it.

I can't. It doesn't work.

[ninja, since 1971] No, I'm afraid all those bedroom games led to me learning how to break free of handcuffs easily.

[instantly on the attack] Get out of here, you right bloody poofter bastard.

Gene, don't. [ignores what the Master said]

Oh, Thete, there's no need to defend me. I can quite take care of myself.

[and now he's just staring at him] ...What?

Don't try and tell me what to do, you hea -- what did he call you? [aaaand a glare at the Master] I thought I told you to leave? Just because this ruddy bastard won't hurt you doesn't mean I won't.