Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on Feb 20, 2017 22:03:45 GMT
“Alright, everyone, out of the way!” The Brigadier yelled as the goons were being arrested. He had just burst into the Pachinko Parlor on a raid to uncover the latest scheme of the villainous triad.
“You won’t find anything!” Lang, the corrupt teller, barked at him. “You’ll never be able to uncover the Jade Emerald conspiracy.”
The Brigadier tutted, before bending down to notice a pack of matches on the ground.
“Of course.”
Across town at the fire station, the radio buzzed to life. A hand picked it up, and responded.
“Yes, what is it, Brigadier?” Doctor Who asked, trying to remember where he had left his keys.
“It’s the Master. He’s behind this – all of it.”
The Doctor gasped. He realized he’d left them in the ignition. He also acknowledged that his greatest nemesis was back on the loose, and spun into action, performing a somersault to step into the WHO-3.
Atop the helipad on the tallest building in Hong Kong, the Master had tied Lu Ping to a stake, preparing to sacrifice her in an effort to summon the ancient Tao god Chang Kuo-lao.
“Ms. Primrose, we appear to have reached an impasse.” He lit the stake aflame, and laid it at her feet. “Soup’s on!” He cackled.
“Oh, that doesn’t make sense!” Lu Ping pointed out to the Master’s dismay. “You’re just saying things!”
He grimaced as he sat on the lawn chair he had prepared to watch the ancient god descend from the heavens whilst his good friend and sometimes shuffleboard opponent burned to death. To his surprise, she just proceeded to continue screaming her head off as she was incinerated to a crisp, clearly feeling immense and terrible pain.
The Master wondered if he’d somehow forgotten one step of his plan, that he’d misplaced a breadcrumb and Doctor Who was just busy in traffic or something. He’d never really expected to just straight-up murder a woman, and felt kind of cool on the whole thing.
But then, he took a small whiff of air – and suddenly, he realized that in addition to the strangely succulent aroma of boiled flesh, there was also the scent of a fried circuitboard. Of course, he realized, Doctor Who – or rather, the brilliant Ms. Lu Ping Primrose has used my own trick against me, and replaced herself with a perfect robotic duplicate. He chuckled this off, before powering off.
“You won’t find anything!” Lang, the corrupt teller, barked at him. “You’ll never be able to uncover the Jade Emerald conspiracy.”
The Brigadier tutted, before bending down to notice a pack of matches on the ground.
“Of course.”
Across town at the fire station, the radio buzzed to life. A hand picked it up, and responded.
“Yes, what is it, Brigadier?” Doctor Who asked, trying to remember where he had left his keys.
“It’s the Master. He’s behind this – all of it.”
The Doctor gasped. He realized he’d left them in the ignition. He also acknowledged that his greatest nemesis was back on the loose, and spun into action, performing a somersault to step into the WHO-3.
Atop the helipad on the tallest building in Hong Kong, the Master had tied Lu Ping to a stake, preparing to sacrifice her in an effort to summon the ancient Tao god Chang Kuo-lao.
“Ms. Primrose, we appear to have reached an impasse.” He lit the stake aflame, and laid it at her feet. “Soup’s on!” He cackled.
“Oh, that doesn’t make sense!” Lu Ping pointed out to the Master’s dismay. “You’re just saying things!”
He grimaced as he sat on the lawn chair he had prepared to watch the ancient god descend from the heavens whilst his good friend and sometimes shuffleboard opponent burned to death. To his surprise, she just proceeded to continue screaming her head off as she was incinerated to a crisp, clearly feeling immense and terrible pain.
The Master wondered if he’d somehow forgotten one step of his plan, that he’d misplaced a breadcrumb and Doctor Who was just busy in traffic or something. He’d never really expected to just straight-up murder a woman, and felt kind of cool on the whole thing.
But then, he took a small whiff of air – and suddenly, he realized that in addition to the strangely succulent aroma of boiled flesh, there was also the scent of a fried circuitboard. Of course, he realized, Doctor Who – or rather, the brilliant Ms. Lu Ping Primrose has used my own trick against me, and replaced herself with a perfect robotic duplicate. He chuckled this off, before powering off.