INT. DAVROS’ CONTROL ROOM. SKARO. (14th)DOCTOR: Right. Distress call routed through the TARDIS matrix. Don’t touch anything. (SIMM!)MASTER: (off to the side, at a terminal. He's definetely touching everything. Cheerful, off-key humming of the The Sims 2 build mode theme.) DOCTOR:…Are you singing? MASTER:I’m multitasking. (Traps one of the Davros'Sim in a pool with no ladder. Classic. All supervillains play The Sims 2. It’s practically mastu...self-care.) DOCTOR: Get off the computer and help me. This distress signal is… layered. MASTER: Mm-hm. (Keeps playing) DOCTOR: (irritated)Focus. MASTER:I am focused. I solved the mistery three minutes ago. DOCTOR: You did not. MASTER:(pause the game) It was the teddy duck. DOCTOR: The… what. MASTER: The plushie in that glass case. (points the case. There is actually a stuffed duck) MASTER: Emotional overcompensation.It triggered the distress call. (Takes the duck) DOCTOR: That makes no sense. MASTER: Of course it does. You’re just emotionally in deny for a duck. DOCTOR: I am not. (Analyses the duck.) MASTER: You stroked it. DOCTOR: I'm assessing it! It's just a common...Ducki-ie? MASTER: You named it. DOCTOR: I did not...We are not keeping the duck. MASTER: We already stole it. DOCTOR: That was your idea. MASTER: Like most good ideas between .:・☆°us°☆.。. (They stare at each other.) DOCTOR: We are not an... (Alarm starts blaring.) DOCTOR: RUN!
(I'm working on a almost 20 pages of this story in comic format. It lacked the premise. This is the premise. Let's thank my dog's stuffed duck. )
