thistimefeelsnew:

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“Well, since you’re on my TARDIS … lock the door?”

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“And there we have it. The plan of the century!”

 

thistimefeelsnew:

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“Oh, wrong you are. See - I do care. I can’t have you destroying universes. You ought to know better after what happened last time.”

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   “Ah, but time’s have changed, my dear Doctor. See, in the gap of your absence, I’ve been away at work. Incredibly peaceful, with none to interfere and now you’re telling me that you can’t have me destroying what I want? Tell me, how do you plan on stopping me this time?”

 

thistimefeelsnew:

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“Off to destroy universes, then?”

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   “Indeed. And so much more, Doctor. Not that you care, seeing as you’d rather keep to yourself.”

 

thistimefeelsnew:

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“If you’ve come to mock and berate me, I’d rather you disappear.”

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“Hmm. Very well. I have better ways to spend my time anyway.”

 

thistimefeelsnew:

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“I’ll break your arm and beat you with it, Koschei.”

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“Oh, such harsh words. One could only imagine what pushed the Doctor to her limits.”

 

thistimefeelsnew:

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“Nothing of your concern, obviously.”

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   “Someone needs a hug, come ‘ere.”

 

thistimefeelsnew:

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“Yes, I have boobs now. Next question?”

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   “You seem a tad upset, what’s troubling you, Doctor?”

 

thistimefeelsnew:

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“Forgive me if I’m a bit skeptical on your appearance because the last time we met you were trying to kill me.”

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“Ah, yes… of course. Still not over that, however, I’m rather interested in this new face of yours.”

 

thistimefeelsnew:

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“What the h e l l are you doing here?”

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   "Well, hello to you too.”

 

thistimefeelsnew:

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Oh no.

Oh yes.