neverwouldiever | IC Inbox

So you get petted like a dog because of your hair? Is the asking mostly 'who's a good boy?'

Being used and abused. Big human kink, you know. Google it.

No! They flirt and want to kiss and stuff.

Being defeated is yours?

Cause you're such a cute wittle doggie-woggie?

If you think that's a desire of mine, you're not paying attention. No shock there.

Oh, shut up.

It must be, because you know it will happen. You know I will end this.

Prove it.

No, really, prove it. Come and beat me. I'd love to see you try.

I will. It's inevitable.

We both know it. It doesn't matter for how long you'll think yourself the winner. You'll always have that inkling at the back of your mind. That fear. You'll always wonder if I have a plan. You'll always wonder just how much longer before it's all over.

I don't. I did once, I don't know.

I've won already, you just can't see it. Give it time, you'll see. I'm definitely going to crush you and it's going to be a delight.

I don't delight in defeating you. I do it for the good of the world. I'll do it again.

Stop now, Master. We could be off together.

Do you hear yourself? It's pathetic.

Off together. What does that even mean?

I hear myself. You're the one not listening.

Off together in the TARDIS. Travel together.

Oh you liar. You always were such a good liar.

You make it sound like a happily ever after fairy tale. There's no chance me and you will go off in the TARDIS together to travel. And even if somehow we did, you wouldn't be happy. We have very different interests.

We won't know until we try, will we?

Yes. We will. It's called logic.

I want to conquer, own and basically make my mark in the universe. I want absolute servitude. So unless you've radically changed your mind and decided you want to join me in that, I can already tell the outcome.