Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on Sept 9, 2015 17:12:14 GMT
“Oh, my dear Doctor, you have been so naïve!” The Master boasted, lowering the rope towards the fire.
“Untie us, you fiend!” Doctor Who beckoned his arch-nemesis. “We’ve done nothing to deserve this!”
“But surely you would not deny me my lunch?” The Master chuckled. “I’m having a delicious Doctor and Friends Pie!”
“For god’s sake, man!” Dr. Who, commanded. “You didn’t even mix any spices! I cannot imagine we would be particularly appetizing whatsoever!”
Lu Ping, in tears, was hysterical. Neither Dr. Who or the Master could decipher what she was trying to say.
“There, there, love,” Professor Hall comforted, “Dr. Who’ll surely get us out of this one as he always does.”
The three of them, spread along the oversized dish, were tied and clamped down so as to prevent any escape as the Master placed them in his tremendous oven.
“I’d like to see you solve your way out of this one, Doctor!” The Master said, tempting fate.
The wall suddenly burst down, Sergeant Benton on the other side.
“I told you that making your lair out of gingerbread would be your downfall!” The Doctor said.
“I followed the Breadcrumb trail, sir!” Sgt. Benton punched the Master in the face with a fierce uppercut, sending him flying into the vat of acid placed under the precarious ledges in his secret base.
“If you wouldn’t mind untying us.” Professor Hall kindly asked, in a fierce sweat. “It’s beginning to get a bit balmy in here.”
After doing so, they all gathered together in Bessie and drove off, away from the Master’s base before it exploded behind them.
“I think we’ve seen the last of him and his dastardly, no-good scheming.” The Doctor said. “Forever. The final end. For now.”
The Master, watching this from his real secret lair in his crystal ball, chuckled.
“Untie us, you fiend!” Doctor Who beckoned his arch-nemesis. “We’ve done nothing to deserve this!”
“But surely you would not deny me my lunch?” The Master chuckled. “I’m having a delicious Doctor and Friends Pie!”
“For god’s sake, man!” Dr. Who, commanded. “You didn’t even mix any spices! I cannot imagine we would be particularly appetizing whatsoever!”
Lu Ping, in tears, was hysterical. Neither Dr. Who or the Master could decipher what she was trying to say.
“There, there, love,” Professor Hall comforted, “Dr. Who’ll surely get us out of this one as he always does.”
The three of them, spread along the oversized dish, were tied and clamped down so as to prevent any escape as the Master placed them in his tremendous oven.
“I’d like to see you solve your way out of this one, Doctor!” The Master said, tempting fate.
The wall suddenly burst down, Sergeant Benton on the other side.
“I told you that making your lair out of gingerbread would be your downfall!” The Doctor said.
“I followed the Breadcrumb trail, sir!” Sgt. Benton punched the Master in the face with a fierce uppercut, sending him flying into the vat of acid placed under the precarious ledges in his secret base.
“If you wouldn’t mind untying us.” Professor Hall kindly asked, in a fierce sweat. “It’s beginning to get a bit balmy in here.”
After doing so, they all gathered together in Bessie and drove off, away from the Master’s base before it exploded behind them.
“I think we’ve seen the last of him and his dastardly, no-good scheming.” The Doctor said. “Forever. The final end. For now.”
The Master, watching this from his real secret lair in his crystal ball, chuckled.