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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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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.

No. You're not a box. You're flesh.

And I'm hungry.

I am amused at how you seem to think you'll be able to find me to feed your silly hunger.

[hear this, Master? You're receiving the brunt of the Doctor's Oncoming Storm voice]

Like hell.

Once again, Doctor. Taking part in conversations that don't concern you.

Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Don't be so dull. Of course this concerns me. I remember what you did to her last time. [as calm as his voice is, there's definitely anger there]

Oh ho, a little protective, are we? Don't forget: she doesn't really belong to you.

She calls me hers, I call her mine. We're even.

I did that with Earth. You didn't seem quite as keen.

That was different! No one on Earth gave you permission, and even if they had, no one on Earth would have had that right.

How about when I was the Earth? Only ones who had a problem were you and your old codger.

Oi! Wilf was not an old codger! He was brilliant!

Oh yeah? Where is he now? At home, watching telly and doing the jumble?

[fondly] Wilf? No. He'll be watching the stars and looking after a friend of mine.

Was that the Earth Girl that called? She sounded very interesting. Tell me, did you take her on a date before or after you made her a companion? Old fashioned you, I bet you waited like a gentleman.