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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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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.

No; it simply means that when I stop you, I'll have to do it in a non-violent manner, lest my most beloved Doctor throws a hissy fit about killing humans he's considering making his pets. Again.

[twirls the screwdriver, flicking between settings as he does]

[to Gene; doesn't feel like explaining] It's nothing. Just...you should practice not provoking him now. [carefully eying the Master's setting changes btw]

I'm fine, damnit. [also eyeing the Master, but for different reasons] I'm no one's pet.

[raises an eyebrow, but he is enjoying a pleasant, Tyler-ian Mancunian accent] I'd have to argue that, Guv.

[in Gallifreyan, to the Doctor] Though I am quite upset that 'Thete' is 'nothing' to you. My my, Doctor! Do childhood memories count for nothing anymore?

[to Gene!] Just don't rise to the bait, please.

[and in (exasperated) Gallifreyan] I don't want to explain that to him. He already thinks I'm keeping you busy in other ways. He's even worse than you are about finding something perverted in what people say.

[oh Doctor, you're asking that of the wrong person. you know how Gene is, all grabby-grabby and wanting to punch the Master's lights out for intimidating Tyler. he wants to try that right now, actually!] Don't you ever pretend to be him you worthless scum-sucking bastard! I don't care who you think you are, no one impersonates members of my team. And would you stop with the bloody gobbledegook?

[and now he's blatantly ignoring Gene. And talking in Gallifreyan]

What, he thinks you're involved in something sexual? Clearly, the man doesn't know you well enough.

[to Gene, in Mancunian English] He might be a bit of a slag, Guv, but he hasn't got enough initiative to get a prostitute on Canal Street to go down on him.