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Back to our minds. Thank you so very much, Animus. I can't remember a bloody thing past the last few months.

Let's see. [He ticks off each fact on his hand as he counts.] My name is the Master. I'm a Time Lord, whatever that is. I have two hearts. The skinny idiot living with me is the same as me, and I can... sense one--two others?

And there's this infernal drumming that won't stop--- [He knocks against the walll he's near. One two three four. One two three four.] Is that another game of theirs? A bit hard to focus when you can barely think.

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[Staring. Staaaaaaaaaaaaring.]

...What.

You talk about him so much that I'm currently looking into debarking options for humanoid vocal chords.

I doubt I'm as pathetic as you're making me out to be. You're not exactly what I'd call the most trustworthy of people, hmmm?

[Admittedly, for Sonja it isn't hard to talk about something like that enough to incite her to violence.]

Why the fuck else would you live with someone who wears a bow tie? Since clearly you don't have him strung up by his ankles to make him pay for his crimes.

This one doesn't wear a bow tie. There's another-- [A frown.] There are two of them here. Two of the same. Both are him.

Oh, right- pinstripes is the one, bow tie is- [She makes a face.] Whatever.

Well, that level of caffeination should be punishable by death, and is in certain banana republics. But he's still walking around, and sleeping in your damnable bed.

[No idea what a Banana Republic even is.]

He wasn't last night.

The event, dumbass.

Aaaand I'm supposed to take your word for all of this because?

Because I never miss the chance to rub your own fairy-fuck sodomy in your face, idiot. It's the wind beneath my accursed wings.

You Earthlings and your primitive categories. Really, for how old you are, you should know better.

"Fairy-fuck sodomy" labels your actions, ass-crammer. You're in some kind of nauseating little Fatal Attraction love with him. Heaven forfend if he ever leaves you.

I wonder how long you can go on like this, how many different phrases you can come up with. Should I get some popcorn?

I have a book.

Come back when you have your marbles. If you don't remember anything from your own name to whether you wipe back to front? It's because the bitchy fuckers erased your jumpy life partner and now you have no direction. Poor fucking thing. You don't even know what the bleeding Christ you are.

Hold on, hold on. I'm not sure if there's popcorn in this world, but I'm sure I can fetch something to accompany this all.

Besides, I do remember my name, at the least.

A bondage stage name doesn't count, starling.

I've plenty of others, and I remember at least the important ones, dear.

But you don't remember any of your life before a few months ago. Case in point, you have no ability to deny what I'm telling you. Or you could be twelve and avoid him all week.

Enjoy that.

Trying to play matchmaker here?

If I was doing that, you'd be falling in love with a donkey and everything would be oh so very Shakespeare.

I'll decide on my own what to do with him.

I suggest you take your bite out of him before someone else does.

[Yes, this is a leer. Ten is kind of sexy, okay?]

Don't test me.

[Even being unsure of the exact, true nature of his relationship, he feels an innate possessive draw to the Doctor.]

Don't leave your toys lying around.

I don't intend on it.

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