Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on Oct 5, 2014 14:03:28 GMT
“Yes, my dear, I am the Master, and you will obey me…” The Master beckoned to the doll of a shepherdess.
He placed her at the table. “Now, we are all here, I think it is time for the proceedings to begin.”
He grabbed the tea pot, and began pouring into the cups. “Tell me, Mr. Cuddles, how has your day-to-day life been?”
The somewhat large plush of a dog stared back at the Master with cold, dead eyes. It was almost as though there was no life within it at all, and never had been. The Master looked on, locked into a stern scowl.
“Yes, I’m sorry to hear you and Princess Annabelle have not gotten along.” He stroked his beard, “and, my dear Princess Annabelle, what have you to say of these charges?”
The small figure of a woman in an extravagant dress with a crown similiarly stayed eerily still, almost as though incapable of further comment.
“Dohohoho,” the Master chuckled in response, “now that sounds like a harebrained scheme indeed.”
Just then, an alarm went off at the nearby computer terminal. It flashed with the words, Intruder Alert!
The Master rushed over to the panel. He frantically began typing and moving the cursor so as to locate the problem. Suddenly, he found it. “Aha, my dear Doctor, did nobody ever tell you it is rude to be late to a tea party?”
He pulled another chair to the table. “I’m sorry, my darlings, we’ve got another guest coming along any moment now. He’s a bit late. Now, Millie, I believe you were speaking when we left off?” He turned to the large doll of a pink stegosaurus, listening intently.
He sat, nodding and sipping his tea for several moments, laughing heartily after a few seconds and returning to his astute position.
Suddenly, the door burst open with a bang. “Alright, I’m afraid it has come to this. I’m going to ne- what?”
The Master turned around in his seat, somewhat surprised to see the Doctor. “Traditionally, one knocks if he is invited.”
“Is that an apron?” The Doctor asked. He was correct; the Master, atop his usual dark suit, was wearing a pink apron with an illustration of a cat. “Are you – are you having a tea party?”
“Yes, my dear Doctor, you have found me out again, and just in time for crumpets.” The oven dinged. “However, this time you have failed to account for my friendship of Deputy Granger!” He jumped backward, hoping his cowboy friend would be able to save the day. Instead, he simply stayed at his chair.
“Now you choose to betray me? Why? I would have died for you!” The Master yelled in anguish. Deputy Granger did not break whatsoever, not shedding a single tear.
“I see you’ve a new face, again.” The Master asked, taking off his apron.
“Yes, I’m afraid I’m breaking you out as I am going to require your assistance.” The War Doctor explained, “There’s a war.”
He placed her at the table. “Now, we are all here, I think it is time for the proceedings to begin.”
He grabbed the tea pot, and began pouring into the cups. “Tell me, Mr. Cuddles, how has your day-to-day life been?”
The somewhat large plush of a dog stared back at the Master with cold, dead eyes. It was almost as though there was no life within it at all, and never had been. The Master looked on, locked into a stern scowl.
“Yes, I’m sorry to hear you and Princess Annabelle have not gotten along.” He stroked his beard, “and, my dear Princess Annabelle, what have you to say of these charges?”
The small figure of a woman in an extravagant dress with a crown similiarly stayed eerily still, almost as though incapable of further comment.
“Dohohoho,” the Master chuckled in response, “now that sounds like a harebrained scheme indeed.”
Just then, an alarm went off at the nearby computer terminal. It flashed with the words, Intruder Alert!
The Master rushed over to the panel. He frantically began typing and moving the cursor so as to locate the problem. Suddenly, he found it. “Aha, my dear Doctor, did nobody ever tell you it is rude to be late to a tea party?”
He pulled another chair to the table. “I’m sorry, my darlings, we’ve got another guest coming along any moment now. He’s a bit late. Now, Millie, I believe you were speaking when we left off?” He turned to the large doll of a pink stegosaurus, listening intently.
He sat, nodding and sipping his tea for several moments, laughing heartily after a few seconds and returning to his astute position.
Suddenly, the door burst open with a bang. “Alright, I’m afraid it has come to this. I’m going to ne- what?”
The Master turned around in his seat, somewhat surprised to see the Doctor. “Traditionally, one knocks if he is invited.”
“Is that an apron?” The Doctor asked. He was correct; the Master, atop his usual dark suit, was wearing a pink apron with an illustration of a cat. “Are you – are you having a tea party?”
“Yes, my dear Doctor, you have found me out again, and just in time for crumpets.” The oven dinged. “However, this time you have failed to account for my friendship of Deputy Granger!” He jumped backward, hoping his cowboy friend would be able to save the day. Instead, he simply stayed at his chair.
“Now you choose to betray me? Why? I would have died for you!” The Master yelled in anguish. Deputy Granger did not break whatsoever, not shedding a single tear.
“I see you’ve a new face, again.” The Master asked, taking off his apron.
“Yes, I’m afraid I’m breaking you out as I am going to require your assistance.” The War Doctor explained, “There’s a war.”