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[Gene Hunt is standing on the Astral Plane, a slip of paper in hand. if you asked him what it said, he'd not tell you (with the possible exception of Sam Tyler), but suffice to say his latest argument with the missus did not end on a happy note and she's carted off her stuff to a friend's. possibly indefinitely, though Gene adamantly denies even thinking that. as it is, however, he's pretty shaken from it and feeling rather lost]

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[he smirks] I followed you. I've been standing in the doorway for a few minutes, actually.

[hatreeeeed] Well get out! I'm not having you filthy up my house you piece of shit!

No. I'm interested in what has managed to bother you - don't act like you aren't, I can smell it.

[snorts] That's just you. Forget to wipe your ass?

[rolls his eyes]

I'm afraid that doesn't quite explain away you looking at pictures and then holding your head in your hands, Mr. Hunt.

What I do in my own house has nothing to do with you. Now get out!

You work for me! Everything you do has to do with me!

[calms]

If you tell me, I might leave. Otherwise, I fully intend on staying here.

[he waves his hand]

You shouldn't yell, either. Your wife might hear. I doubt you'd be able to explain why you're yelling at nothing; well, aside from a drunken episode.

And you're full of shit!

[he has no intention of telling you anything, especially not now, you ass! have a swing to the face for that one] Don't you ever talk about her!

[he's hit, but doesn't retaliate for the time being]

Touchy.

That's because scum don't have any right to talk about my missus.

[rubs where Gene hit] I was merely trying to assist you in avoiding any complications. In the future, I'll just let you deal with them - regardless of how it makes you look.

There isn't gonna be any future because you're walking your ass out that door and not coming back.

[the Master is just as stubborn] How odd. I feel absolutely no reason nor compulsion to do as such.

My fist in your ugly mug should do it.

I'm afraid not. It's a minor pain.

Yeah, well, it makes me feel better you bastard.

Well, then I am thrilled to have brightened your mood.

Cut the crap. The hell are you here, Frenchie?

I've already told you.

No, you made shit up.

Then you'll never know why I'm here then, hm? Seeing as I gave you my answer as to why I'm here and you won't accept it.

Or maybe I just want you to leave.

Seems we've reached an impasse.

[snorts] Just get out.

[smiles] No.