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( aiming her TCE at the doctor. ) not so fast. you're good, doctor, but not good enough. i worry about all that stress you must be under, trying to get your tardis back. perhaps you need to . . . ( trying to think of a pun: ) be-*compress*-'d.
. . . eh, it's a work-in-progress.
oh, 49,999 tickets? for me, doctor? how very kind. having a second tardis would do me quite nicely. but whatever shall you do without a home, i wonder? go cold on the streets and . . . well, die, i suppose.
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โI am ๐ซ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ป๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, last of the amazons, daughter of Circe, princess of Hell, witch of the wild isle. And you will not have this world while I still draw breath!โ
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you're trying too hard. kiss my shoes.
do not answer that and do NOT ask me about my accent.
hachi machi? *hachi machi*? what are we, *americans*?
be careful, doctor. say my name three times and i appear.
no matter how far my tardis goes, i always seem to find myself in this wretched part of the universe once again. how irksome.
i *said*, let's move on.
IT'S A MATCH!
yet little does the doctor know that she's right where the master wants her . . .
why, *of course* i was listening to all those . . . interesting things which you just said. stop asking me about it. let's move on.
They ride on winged horses,
with spears and swords of gleaming red,
their shadows extended, stretched
to bathe them in darkness . . .
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๐๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
( a wicked, wicked laugh. )
oh, we shall see *all about that*.
the master takes it and sips it. 'bleugh! this is *black*! are you *trying* to poison me?!' throwing it to the ground.
'do better. try again.'
for me? how kind.
dress? you ARE a slug.
( a polite laugh. ) yes, i can see why he chose you. you like to project, don't you?
don't flatter yourself, darling. you're a five in good light.
is this your attempt to ask me to accompany you somewhere this evening?
oh, very well. i suppose i must. it *is* your birthday.
i see.
only because it's the truth.
โ ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. . . โ
not at all, doctor. as a matter of fact, i'm positively over you.
you're attempting to frustrate me, aren't you? how very . . . irksome.
all of them. permanently.
i don't like that face you're pulling. undo it.
it's not a *terrible* idea . . .