He made his way over to the room, arms full of a number of lovely items that he'd stolen from the medical bay, and the Valeyard's private storerooms. The things he had his arms full of were, a tray with a teapot, a tin of biscuits, a bottle of his favorite scotch and a pair of tumblers for that, a small, innocuous rectangular device that blinked a green light every few seconds, and a pair of bolt cutters.
In his pocket he'd also tucked in something special for the Doctor, in case his hunch was right, and he prided himself on not being wrong very often.
Once he arrived at the door, he eyed both of the guards there. It was almost cute how the Valeyard was trying to block his way.
"Shoot him," he ordered, a ridiculously cheerful smile plastered to his face. "I attacked him, and you found him and took him to the infirmary. Run along now kiddies, the adults need to have their alone time."
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Date: 2011-12-23 04:52 am (UTC)In his pocket he'd also tucked in something special for the Doctor, in case his hunch was right, and he prided himself on not being wrong very often.
Once he arrived at the door, he eyed both of the guards there. It was almost cute how the Valeyard was trying to block his way.
"Shoot him," he ordered, a ridiculously cheerful smile plastered to his face. "I attacked him, and you found him and took him to the infirmary. Run along now kiddies, the adults need to have their alone time."