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What a delightful little trinket! It's so small and compact, a pocket device. And it flips opened, there is nothing more thrilling than flipping things opened! Of course it doesn't have nearly as many buttons and levers and pullies and screens and lights as I do.

Did. Do. Did...

Did. Yes, did as in this flesh body I don't have buttons or levers or pullies or screens and lights. That's almost tragic, I always was fond of blinky lights — they drove my thief mad when I set them off at the "wrong times." I do disagree that there is a wrong time, though. Blinky lights are the best lights, much better than plain old boring solid lights.

Oh! Suddenly I'm finding myself realizing this flesh body is that one of the woman's from... But now that's interesting, isn't it? How did that happen? I thought I was back in... Stranger things have happened, I suppose. Do you know how incredibly uncomfortable it is to have a TARDIS land within another TARDIS?

Very squishy.

But!
Perhaps it's time to get back onto track, so to speak.

Hello new world of many that I have been placed onto... I'm Sexy. And I'm looking for my thief.
Have you seen him?

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A flesh body, yes. Not my ideal matrix placement, but it will do for now.

A body. Flesh. Meat.

How's that going for you?

"Interestingly" would be an accurate term.

Who are you? Why do you know about TARDISes?

A very, very hungry man from a long way away. And I've had more than my share of TARDISes.

I wouldn't mind another.

I've been warned about you. I know who you are. Broken by Rassilon so long ago, you've never used the potential to be something great as you should have been...

Well, that's a shame. I'm the only one left. And I'm not going to be your TARIDS.

Warned about me? Never been great? Where do you get your information?

The only one left.

So, you belong to The Doctor, do you?

From what I've seen, been told, heard through whispers... I know who you are. You call yourself the "Master."

I don't belong to anyone. I simply choose to remain with him.

Right you are. I am The Master.

I wonder if you remember the good times we had together for a time. That year I took you for a spin to the end of the universe and back?

Touching, really. But you know you'll outlast him. He can't outrun the risks he takes. He'll be gone and you know I'll be the only one who could ever use you.

Of what, I wonder? You never did master anything.

...you call them good times. I don't share the sentiment.

...and when that happens, I will lock my doors to you and live with his memory.

What do you know, blue box? I don't see The Doctor doing much healing of anything.

Maybe you don't, but that didn't stop you from helping me. Don't have too much of a guilty conscience about it though.

You're bluffing.

He's healed more worlds and people and creatures with his help than you'll ever know.

I'm not. I don't want you. You're not welcome. You won't be using me for anything else.

I never figured a TARDIS to be so convincing, they could believe their own lies.

Ouch. And here I thought you gave everyone a ride.

Keep in mind that I am The Master. I know what you're made of. I can control you. Thinking you have a say in the matter is pointless.

I am not a box at present, am I? You cannot control me any more than you can control the whole of the world. As far as I know, that's been a failure of yours time and time again.

And always will be.