“Er well that’s … . that’s quaint, thank you. I’m sure the metal trinket could be utilized as a useful component in one of my inventions.”
Mindful of the Doctor’s pride in his forward-leaps toward ethical rehabilitation, the Master restrains himself from saying anything more cutting to this … peculiar levitating … luminescent … puckish creature.
My muse will react to whatever items you leave for them
Jack, putting his arm around Ianto: You remind me of the babe
Ianto, confused: what babe?
Jack: the babe with the power
Owen, coming up from autopsy: what power?
Ianto, catching on: Owen, don’t
Jack: THE POWER OF VOODOO
Gwen: Who do?
Ianto: guys, don’t encourage him
Jack: YOU DO
Tosh: Do what?
Jack: REMIND ME OF THE BABE
Ianto: *sighs*
//Just so you all know, Koschei going “if you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it” to various Doctors is going to become A Thing™, you’re welcome for this ludicrous gay space noodle.
“I’d tell you to be the bigger person and not retaliate against me, but that must be a bit difficult for you, given your height.” He pats the Master gently on the shoulder, as if he feels genuinely sorry, but the smirk on his face says otherwise.
Icarus 