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[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

You've been awfully quiet for a few days. Get a banana lodged in your throat?

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Master

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[rolling his eyes over here, and a muttered "fantastic" away from the journal, before writing;] You'd like that, wouldn't you, Mr. Banana Gag?

Nine

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

Yes, actually, I would!

Though it's a shame that your respiratory bypass system would keep you from dying.

Master

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

[snorts] A shame isn't exactly what I'd call it. Though I suppose death by banana wouldn't be a terrible way to go.

Nine

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

[dryly] I expect it beats being shot.

Master

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Lots of things beat being shot. Speaking of Lucy, what's with the flowers?

Nine

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

Maybe I just want to send her flowers. She's my wife, after all.

Master

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Right, of course. Going to keep sending them until she remembers you?

Nine

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

To use a colourful colloquialism, who pissed in your chips?

Master

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Where did you pick up a phrase like that?

Nine

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, Manchester, I believe? Somewhere around there. I dunno, I've spent the last nine hundred bloody years running all over Britain because someone's got a fetish.

Master

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Oi! It's not a fetish.

Nine

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

Please. You've practically gone native.

Master

[charmandsmiles.livejournal.com]

Says the man who became Prime Minister.

Nine

[iheardrums.livejournal.com]

Ten's the one who trapped me in Britain!