turning several hundred pages so that he loses his place when he wakes up.

oh my dear doctor, you've fallen into my trap!

now you're trapped in a 2 second video... forever!!!

( suddenly looking up. ) hm? oh, you're still here?

oh, alright. if you're going to pester me i *suppose* i *have* to destroy you.

mmmm. quite possibly. this is the problem with old age. i've seen and done it *all*. summon primordial dæmons? hide at the end of the universe? push you off a tall building and watch you splat? oh, been there, done that, bought the fridge magnet. there's hardly *anything* new going on. how irksome.

if you say so. ( sighing, slouching down. ) i'm bored of this conversation already. you're boring me.

( the master arches a brow, skeptical. )

but that won't happen, will it? because you know that if you were to break anything i might just press the button on my remote controller which releases all my captives into the acid sea we're currently travelling over, and you wouldn't want *that*.

evidently. it's rude to come back from the dead without your host's permission, you know.

well . . . i suppose you might make yourself useful while you're here. bring me more champagne.

oh, hello. i thought i'd killed you.

oh, hello. i thought i'd killed you.

perhaps you should take the hint, my dear.

oh, hello. i thought i'd killed you.