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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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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.

[he hates you so much, Master. therefore, change in tactic. he's going to ignore you now and drink his whisky in silence]

[the Master is content to play this game, Gene, and instead leans against a wall, arms crossed - just watching]

[because that's not creepy at all, really. so Gene gets up to go find someplace else to drink his whisky, thanks. you can't follow him everywhere in the house, Master]

Tsk, Mr. Hunt, I never figured you to be a man who ran from his problems.

[stops, back stiff] I'm not running from anything. I'm looking for some bloody peace and quiet in my own damn house.

[smoothly] You've done it once already, Mr. Hunt. Fleeing the Astral Plane, remember? ...Seeing as we were both silent, neither of us taking any sort of action... well, there was 'peace and quiet', relatively.

Yeah? Well you smell like shit and I don't wanna be near it.

How mature of you. [claps] I'm devastated.

Blow it out your arse. [drinks, keeps walking]

Coward.

[okay, that? is the last straw, and Gene has just turned around and slammed you into a wall, Master, arm pinned to your throat, just heavy enough it's hard to breathe, not so much you'll suffocate] Now you listen here. I don't care if you're the Queen or the Pope or my Aunt Edna, no one calls me a coward, are we understood? This is my home and you don't waltzed in here acting the part of rooster, got it?