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[screwdrivered]

... Promise not to lose your temper.

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[screwdrivered]

What, three, just three? You wouldn't prefer, say, five? Nine, maybe? Hell, let's go for a nice big, round number. How about a thousand? I could if I wanted to. [And he would, just to irritate her, just to rub it in her face how much cleverer than her he thinks he is. He's a bit of an arse, really.]

[He sweeps his way around her little voodoo circle, frowning down at it, rubbing at a marking with the tip of his shoe.] Luckily for you, I'm not the sort of man who goes around explaining himself. Except to say that I'm the Doctor and I may have slightly fiddled with some of your calculations.

You're welcome, by the way.