what do you know of the fellini fortune?

nobody.

it's a treasure i seek. and if we *find it*, girl . . . there's enough credits that you may even be able to afford *real* strulian leather!

( a laugh. ) candid. i like you. yes, i like you very much. bounty hunters of *your* ilk are a rare find indeed these days.

smart girl. who doesn't?

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( aiming her TCE at the doctor. ) not so fast. you're good, doctor, but not good enough. i worry about all that stress you must be under, trying to get your tardis back. perhaps you need to . . . ( trying to think of a pun: ) be-*compress*-'d.

. . . eh, it's a work-in-progress.

oh, 49,999 tickets? for me, doctor? how very kind. having a second tardis would do me quite nicely. but whatever shall you do without a home, i wonder? go cold on the streets and . . . well, die, i suppose.

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❝I am 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒓𝒂, last of the amazons, daughter of Circe, princess of Hell, witch of the wild isle. And you will not have this world while I still draw breath!❞
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you're trying too hard. kiss my shoes.

do not answer that and do NOT ask me about my accent.

hachi machi? *hachi machi*? what are we, *americans*?

be careful, doctor. say my name three times and i appear.

no matter how far my tardis goes, i always seem to find myself in this wretched part of the universe once again. how irksome.

i *said*, let's move on.

IT'S A MATCH!

yet little does the doctor know that she's right where the master wants her . . .

why, *of course* i was listening to all those . . . interesting things which you just said. stop asking me about it. let's move on.

They ride on winged horses,
with spears and swords of gleaming red,
their shadows extended, stretched
to bathe them in darkness . . .

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒
𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

( a wicked, wicked laugh. )

oh, we shall see *all about that*.

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you have to submit to me. it's my birthday.

the master takes it and sips it. 'bleugh! this is *black*! are you *trying* to poison me?!' throwing it to the ground.

'do better. try again.'

for me? how kind.

dress? you ARE a slug.

( a polite laugh. ) yes, i can see why he chose you. you like to project, don't you?

don't flatter yourself, darling. you're a five in good light.

is this your attempt to ask me to accompany you somewhere this evening?

oh, very well. i suppose i must. it *is* your birthday.

i see.

only because it's the truth.

❝ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. . . ❞

not at all, doctor. as a matter of fact, i'm positively over you.

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fancy seeing *you* here.