In Which

The Master Laughs at Himself

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In Which…

The Master Laughs at Himself

The Master was having a great day. He'd just finished his latest plan to take over the world, successfully, of course, and had turned every human into himself. He was in a splendid mood, that is, until he had left the room that held the Immortality Gate and found himself arguing with himself.

"Stop it!" one of the Masters demanded, face red. This Master was dressed in a pink knee length dress and a pair of Mary Jane heels. The other Master, who was dressed in a gray suit, was laughing and pointing at the Master in the dress. The Master frowned.

"What's going on?" he asked himselves. The Master in the dress turned to him, pouting.

"He's laughing at me," said the pink Master. The formally dressed Master reached up and wiped a tear from his eye. The original Master raised an eyebrow.

"Really? I didn't realize," he said sarcastically. The pink Master scowled. "Why are you laughing at him?" he asked the formal Master.

"That dress is not flattering at all!" the laughing Master said, laughing harder.

"I think it's pretty," said the pink Master and the original Master's jaw dropped.

"You think it's pretty?" the original Master asked. Maybe making everyone into himself wasn't such a smart idea after all…

"He thinks he's pretty!" the laughing Master gasped out, laughing even harder, nearly turning purple from the lack of breathing he was doing.

"Make him stop," the pink Master demanded, stomping his foot. The original Master chuckled, his chuckle soon falling into hysterically evil laughter, which the rest of the Masters who weren't wearing dresses soon copied. Shaking his head, the original Master walked back into the room that held the Immortality Gate, still laughing.

"What's so funny?" the Doctor asked from his place in the chair in the center of the room.

"If I let you live, remind me never to stamp my foot in a dress," the Master said, finally calming down, if only slightly, "or to wear a dress in the first place. So unflattering..."

"What?" the Doctor asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Never mind then," the Master said, walking over to the Masters at the computer. "I have a world to run."

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