Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on Jul 24, 2015 14:56:55 GMT
“For god’s sake man, no!”
The Master stood over the corpse, blood pooling from the head.
“My dear Doctor, you have been naïve.” The Master coolly replied, stroking his beard. “I am simply continuing my reign of terror!”
“But to murder an American President – on national television – on the Sabbath, of all days!” Doctor Who beckoned. “Who knew you could stretch to such evil lengths?”
As the Master walked over to his Rolls-Royce, he turned back to his adversary.
“But, poor Doctor, you do not understand – I shall now be headed into town, to see the Vicar!”
“Good god man, no!” Doctor Who yelped.
“Doctor, what does he-“ Jo began to inquire.
“In one blasted minute, Jo!”
The Master laughed. “I shall ask penance for my sins, at confession.” He jumped into the seat. “God shall forgive me, if no one else may.” He tipped his hat at the pair, but before Doctor Who could respond, the Master was gone in the horizon.
“He leaves us no choice, Jo.” Doctor Who reluctantly admitted.
Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on Aug 4, 2015 16:40:56 GMT
Tweet, tweet, the birds chirped.
It was Sunday morning, and God turned on his favorite television programme, Heartbeat, while relaxing in his bed.
He hummed a jaunty tune as he tapped his feet back and forth.
Suddenly, a rapping at the door – God shot up in his seat.
A voice boomed from behind the door. “Housekeeping!” It was a man’s voice, pathetically pitched falsetto.
God found this odd, as he was at home, and being an all-powerful deity who created and controls the universe, he certainly wouldn’t pay the charge for a cleaning service. Thinking they must be mistaken, he rose to his feet and went to the door. As he unbolted the lock, the door kicked open, forcing God to the floor.
Stepping through the door was Doctor Who, revolver in hand.
“It’s time you met your maker!” He boasted.
“Good god, no!” God yelped in terror. “I’ll give you anything,” he said, gesturing to a stack of boxes placed atop his dresser, “I have a whole collection of home editions of Countdown!”
“Your word riddles have gone on long enough!” He brought the gun straight to God’s forehead. Doctor Who, not a bead of sweat on his brow, prepared himself.
“Wait, Doctor Who, you cannot!” A new figure had suddenly appeared in the room. “You do not understand what you are doing!”
“Great Caesar’s Ghost!” Doctor Who exclaimed, in shock. Standing before him was the ghost of Caesar.
“If you were to hurt God, it would result in the entire universe’s oceans simultaneously-” A shot suddenly rang out, cutting him short. “Oh.” Doctor Who then lifted the gun squarely at Caesar’s Ghost, and fired at him as well.
Jo scurried into the room, witnessing the bloodbath before her. “Did you need to kill all of the security, and St. Peter, and the Holy Ghost?”
“They were in the way, Jo, my dear.” He raised his weapon again. “Just like you, now.”
After the room had been cleaned, Doctor Who picked up the telephone. “Yes, operator, connect me with Global Securities, Ltd.” He waited to be connected.
“I need you to make the bid for Systems Operation Corporation. Buy all of the shares.”
The Doctor had just liquidated the assets for a net two-point-four billion drachma year-over-year increase in gross production.
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