While I believe this is partially true, I do kind of wonder in the two Masters’ case if Missy was not being entirely forthright, knowing what would happen, and the Master, who after all IS Missy, is suspicious of that possibility.
Their TARDIS is currently the size of a quarter, yet it’s also spitting out smoke and emitting a high noise like a mosquito buzz, in complaint.
“I think she’s got … . technological indigestion. But I’m not so sure about the exterior dimension issue. Got a sheet of paper? Time for us to brainstorm, I wager.”
“Don’t talk about our Darling Girl so crassly! Although you’ve a good point, but I fear it’ll be difficult to calculate the right amount of calibration fluid when She’s, ehr, diminutive. We need to figure out what’s dimensionally warped right here, in this particular space-time coordinate.”
“How about we put her in a cup of water and we wait a few days? Maybe she wants to play dinosaur-inside-an-egg.” Oh, now she was messing with them –partially, she would actually like to see what would happen in that case, given the fact that they already were in some trouble anyway. She rolled her eyes. That was their TARDIS, therefore she knew very well what caused their predicament:
She was stubborn. And she had some power over the evil twins, she had to admit.
Well, over Junior. Because she had her vortex and she was willing to use it again –addictively fun it was.
“I don’t think we can do anything but wait. She’s just tired of us, the sassy old thing. Let’s give her a break and do some tourism. Maybe we can abolish some sort of dominance system and replace it with our own, or I don’t know. Get treats.”
“Well I mean, I dunno if She’d be too pleased to be rendered a flotation device.”
The Master’s smirking at the Mistress’s various recreational suggestions, easing against a tree, and examining his flawless cuticles, while the tiny TARDIS, in the impudently favored form of a Greek column, continues to fume.
“But yeah. I’ll play kangaroo mum, put Her in my front pocket here. Plenty of room so people won’t be asking if I’m happy to see them. Right so, things to doooo, things to do.”
The salty TARDIS thusly stored, he offers her his arm.
“Let’s find a zoo and free all the carnivores, then profit from it by devising the solution, slowly ascend to power as ingenious power- siblings, and maybe get our nails done.”
Their TARDIS is currently the size of a quarter, yet it’s also spitting out smoke and emitting a high noise like a mosquito buzz, in complaint.
“I think she’s got … . technological indigestion. But I’m not so sure about the exterior dimension issue. Got a sheet of paper? Time for us to brainstorm, I wager.”
Supercalifragilisticfuckingdisastrous.
Though it was so tiny, that it was kind of pretty. Just look at the tiny shapes the smoke created.
“Well then. Do you have any technological laxant?”
“Don’t talk about our Darling Girl so crassly! Although you’ve a good point, but I fear it’ll be difficult to calculate the right amount of calibration fluid when She’s, ehr, diminutive. We need to figure out what’s dimensionally warped right here, in this particular space-time coordinate.”
Their TARDIS is currently the size of a quarter, yet it’s also spitting out smoke and emitting a high noise like a mosquito buzz, in complaint.
“I think she’s got … . technological indigestion. But I’m not so sure about the exterior dimension issue. Got a sheet of paper? Time for us to brainstorm, I wager.”
Icarus 