the never ending drums

“And who exactly are you, Earth girl?”

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Jim, you shouldn’t have told him that. -SM

“No, no, I just…wasn’t expecting it.” Robbie seems to dwell on that for a moment before shifting his weight from one foot to another, obviously unsure if he really wants to ask his next question. “What, uh— what was it you said about revenge?”

"Oh, yeah. My revenge…" The Master thought for a second. He could simply lie about what his intentions were, but the ‘telling the truth’ option was too much of an opportunity to miss out on. Just to see the expression on the male’s face, his reaction, was worth it all. "Basically, I’m a maniac who plans on conquering the whole of time and space whilst enslaving, or wiping out, I haven’t quite decided yet, the entire human race in the process. And if the Doctor should stick his nose in, I shall kill him and his human pet, no doubt he has another one, stone dead without any mercy.”

“I’m the Master, although, you probably know me better as Harold Saxon… Actually, scratch that - maybe not. You can say I’ve changed a lot since those days. What’s your name, Earth girl?”

“Thanks a ton, man. Sure you’re the best judge of character.” Cosima noted sarcastically.

“If I really wanted your opinion, Earth girl, I would have requested it.” The Master gave a roll of eyes before folding his arms, rather smugly, across his chest. “Who exactly are you, anyway?”

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