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I've got a bloody headache, wish I could turn down the sound on all of that; perhaps I ought to set up a mental barrier; no, no, that wouldn't work well enough. I ought to- no, that wouldn't work either.
Idiots, barely any of them worth my time at all. Perhaps if I-
I need to make repairs on the TARDIS, change wiring; it'll be something, I expect, better than nothing at all.
I wonder what he'd like.
They can't hear it, no one hears it; no, that's a lie, I bet he does. I bet he does, I bet if I asked him he'd say yes, he'd say that he could hear it clear as crystal and then I could see if he'd shatter and break and
That'd be lovely.
Note to self, start collecting materials for a bomb. A good one, nothing atomic, though that'd be rather amusing to use on the people here. I could make random floors radioactive.
Perhaps I ought to listen to Mozart when I'm working on-
Promethium, that'd be good.
If I ever get back, I ought to visit Qasson and systematically eradicate it's species in alphabetical order.
SOMEONE OUGHT TO PAY FOR ALL THIS; THEY OUGHT TO SUFFER AND EXPERIENCE A SLOW AGONIZING DEATH.
Cowards, all of them, hmph.
I wish I could kill him. I want to kill him. No, I don't. Shut up. Yes, I do. That'd be exquisite.
I need to get rid of the scars.
[and it continues on for a bit, randomly flitting between subject to subject, often getting mired and confusing]