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[timeschampion]

My schemes help the little people.

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[mid_lives_crisis]

[A placating voice]

Yes, I'm sure they do. Much the way that fingerpainting aids the local art gallery.

[timeschampion]

[ The Doctor whips around almost expecting someone else, but he looks anything but happy to see his previous regeneration standing there. ]

Oooh, hush! You schemed just as much as I do now, I'd say it is in our blood. Those grand schemes of ours have done so much to help and touch so many lives! [ The Doctor's Scottish accent thickens as he talks. ] It is what makes us different from the other Time Lords.

[mid_lives_crisis]

[Well, naturally. Putting the incarnations in a room together is a bit like pouring gasoline on a fire. Then gleefully hosing a flamethrower around.]

I do not! My plans are elegant and straightforward, thank you. But you may have a point with that last...granted, the other things that set us apart from them are a lack of indolence, morals, scruples, and an ability to think.

[timeschampion]

[ He shoots himself a dirty look. He remembers being this one very well, and every thing he had done as him. ] I wonder if you think of me to be senile, I was you at one point aft--- Think!?

Now, wait one minute! You don't exactly have any more moral high ground than I to stand on! [ The Doctor snorts. ] If anything, I have the guts to do the things you can't fathom doing!

[mid_lives_crisis]

[Hands. On. Hips. Of course you know, this means war.]

Oh, really? Mr. "Champion of Time", all dark and broody on the outside, eh? As if any of us have lacked that!. [A slight pause]. Well, maybe the toothy one with the scarf.