Summary: The diabolical, if well deserved, response of one of the Chararcters from Doctor Who to Plagiarism.
The Benefits of Original Work
The Master read and re-read the work of someone that has copied the work of one of the few humans to actually gift him with genuine mirth and scowled. "I'll fix this myself." He murmured, fingers dancing neatly across the controls of his TARDIS as he materialized his ship around the offending thief. He backhanded the would-be writer knocking the human out.
When the human woke, she was strapped down to his exam table, naked and he was smiling at her, a scalpel in one hand. "Now then, missy, let's see exactly what you're made of, hmm? Let's find out how you feel about having someone steal bits of you and give them to someone else, shall we?" He laughed at her screams when he began to cut off things that belonged to her and splice them to an android they didn't belong to.
When he was finished, there was very little still recognizable about the thief. Everything that had made her, her...was part of an android now...and he then he finished healing her just enough so that she would live, but didn't remove the scar tissue. "They'll be a well deserved reminder not to steal what isn't your's. Just think, if you hadn't stolen one of my favorite stories, we'd have never met."
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