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Don't even think about it. You! Yes, you! DON'T KEEP TYPING. I'M LOOKING RIGHT AT YOU.

Now listen.

Stoooooooooooooooooop.

Oh. Oh. You have to type what I say or else I don't say it? That's- That's creepy. Can't be exactly moral, either, can it?

But anyway.

Now.

You haven't watched most of my episodes in ages! Do you honestly think you can do my voice still? Besides, it's not like you can do anything with me. Aren't you falling behind in everything? Not like you have a time machine or something. And let's face it. You put me someplace, my brain's going to go haywire if there are any hints around. Like freakishly skinny ones that are skinny as twigs and never change their suit. Though I suppose now it's because he's only got the one. But still! Only one suit!

So no. Back off. Go do other things. Go.

And STOP TYPING.

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Trying not to overly upset the friend of a friend, that's all.

Plus, you amuse me.

Oh, so I'm supposed to be your little dancing monkey or something? I don't think so!

Would you rather I got mean? I could do that.

Ha! Like to see you try.

I've a knack for slapping Time Lords, and my slapping hand just started tingling.

[ She holds up her hand and points to it. Come on, Master. Tempt her. ]

C'mon. I dare you.

Slap me and I'll kill . . . hmm, your mother maybe. Or we can play nice, even be friends. Friends are nice, hurting and killing aren't. Right? *He seems genuinely unsure. You've confused him, Donna, with your glee over hitting people.*

[ Donna doesn't care if you can handle this situation or not. She's busy narrowing her eyes and turning that open palm into a fist. ]

You threaten my mum, I break you.

Understood?

Fine, I won't. Breaking one of the Doctor's tagalong kids would upset him far too much, I'd never hear the end of it.

You, break me? How? By making me laugh so hard I hurt myself?

No. By hitting you with a laser, a bioenergy bolt and/or a shrink ray, depending on which one I feel like at the time. I'm not exactly a nice guy, after all.

Don't.

You.

Dare.

I'd smack your little platinum-blond-dyed head right off your Time Lord shoulders!

No, because you would be either cooked, cut in half or two inches tall.

But I won't, because I'm trying to get better at remembering that other people aren't toys. It's surprisingly hard, or at least it's hard after a thousand years of complete megalomaniacal lunacy.

Oh, is that all? Just a thousand years, eh?

And you treated people as your toys for all that time, did you?

Sorry. It just seems like, after all that, you'd be... I don't know. Taller. Better-looking.

Please stop trying to get killed, I don't want the Doctor freaking out at me.

What. Can't handle a smart mouth on a clever woman?

I've had bad luck with women, lately. The creepy evil parts of my brain, which is most of them, keep telling me to get you before you shoot me.

[She holds up her hands and wiggles her fingers.]

Can't shoot you. Don't have a gun. Don't like guns.

Good girl.

I would appreciate a bit of a verbal cease-fire as well, but somehow I doubt that'll happen.

[Up goes an eyebrow.]

What do you want for that realization? A sticker?

I doubt you have any to give.

[... Point to him.] I can buy some down at Tesco if you really want.

Nah, I don't have anywhere to put them.

On your face looks like a good spot.

Why my face? Most people would go with clothes.

You really don't know much about people, do you?

You can put stickers on your face. It's fine.

I know more about them than most people. *He sighs.* Admittedly, most of what I know involves pain tolerences and anatomy.