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i only need two things: your submission and your obedience to my will. | dwrp; mvrp | mdni | mature themes.
and there's *nothing* you can do about it. . . . wow. you live like this? really? as in, all of the time? *this* is your . . . abode?
how dare you.
we'll start you off with something simple, i think. let's find some puppies to kick.
come to think, i did totally skip my bad girl era..
miss van blair. come to join the dark side, mm?
oh no i'm having that dream again.
say goodbye, doctor, to every tank top you've ever owned!
i see you've also found and *conquered* the wardrobe.
the food on this planet has always been atrocious.
i've commandeered your apartment. it's mine now.
that's what you think. but channel 5 have already offered me my *own* travel show! oh yes, *i* shall enjoy comfort the *whole world over* while *you* waste away in development hell! why do you think it's taken so long for the tender to be announced, hmm?
you do realise that if that were to happen YOU would have nothing. there's no spinoff series waiting in the wings. you're simply not marketable.
oh yes! and i intend to keep it this way. you, powerless, at the very whim of the bbc execs . . . don't you think your time is *up*? you're *old*. *dusty*! deader than death in paradise. don't you think you deserve a *rest*? a little hiatus won't hurt . . .
YOU...! i should have known.
oh my *dear* doctor, don't you see? i don't *want* you to get funding!
don't swear!! we'll NEVER get funding if you swear.
nobody. it's a treasure i seek. and if we *find it*, girl . . . there's enough credits that you may even be able to afford *real* strulian leather!
Uh huh. Who are you looking for?
( a laugh. ) candid. i like you. yes, i like you very much. bounty hunters of *your* ilk are a rare find indeed these days.
No one I wanna know.
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you're trying too hard. kiss my shoes.
OOH really?
hachi machi? *hachi machi*? what are we, *americans*?
be careful, doctor. say my name three times and i appear.
sorry to say i had that dream again. you know, the one with the master & the inescapable deathtraps. hachi machi...
no matter how far my tardis goes, i always seem to find myself in this wretched part of the universe once again. how irksome.
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 . . . πππ πππππ ππ πππ πππππ πππππ'π ππππ πππππ ππππ πππ.
( a wicked, wicked laugh. ) oh, we shall see *all about that*.
So there's this thing. Small matter, really. See, I just so happen to be allergic to submitting