The Doctor looked at the women and said, "The trouble is, that changing
the past is liable to create all manners of paradoxes. A plethora of
unintended and unforeseen consequences can bloom by one single jump into
the past. Why it may be something for BBC producers and American authors
to flirt lightly with, but not me."
"But surely such considerations cannot amount to much when we are speaking about saving the Earth!" said the brown-haired Betty, appalled at the thought that the Doctor would refuse to use his power and ability in changing the horrible act which had just transpired. The Doctor was about to say something when the Master coughed. "I hate to be the drip in this party," said the handsome but evil Master. "But you all seem to have forgotten who has the gun here. Besides, you all being here is exactly according to my design, to my plan!" He stood, pointing the gun and smiling. "Uh... sure," smirked the red-headed Betty. "No, really," said the Master, a bit deflated by the unimpressed stance of the woman. "I did plan this, honest!" "And what did you plan to do once you sucked my brain out and blow up the planet, set up a club med?" yelled a near-hysterical Stacy in a most sarcastic tone. "Oh no," said the Master. "This is only a tiny part of a far greater plan. I plan on moving to Zether with all the moolah I'm going to be paid for this caper." "What kind of moron would pay you to blow up the planet?!!?" screamed both Bettys. "Not the whole planet sillies!" responded the Master. "All I needed was a critical mass. The deserts of the American Southwest suited my needs. Now most of it must be a dust-strewn freeze-zone, and my employers must be about somewhere." "Just who exactly wanted you to do this?" asked Doctor Who. "A bunch of Zolians from the planet Tundra," answered the Master. "By the way, what time is this?" The Doctor looked at the instruments and said:
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