Chapter Ten: The Poisoner's Hand Mirror
As the Doctor followed him in his hover, Kalmbyd pointed with a long ropey limb to the clone of Welyx thrashing about in her tank.
"Hello, evil worm!" the Doctor muttered, his false bravado threatening hives under his bowtie, "what brings you to this neck of the race? Pole dancing? Mutiny? Dalek ice cream? Or is it, perhaps, a darker scheme at work?"
He leaned closer, grinning darkly, eyes narrowing, "… oh yes, a dark scheme indeed… a scheme so dark, it threatens the entire ice cream industry! You and your ilk plan to corner the market by… introducing The Stuff to the Spice Trade on Arrakis! Oh the horrors!" he crowed, wiping his brow like every good drama queen, ever.
The Welyx clone sloshed forward in the open top tank, turned, and bubbled a greeting to Kalmbyd, who nodded, flat faced.
"Get. Me. Away. From. Him. He's crazy and an idiot in bed."
"I'm an idiot everywhere, darling- look me up. I'm in all the 'funny' papers…" the Doctor smirked, grinning out one side of his mouth like a stroked out pervert.
"No, dear, you're just funny. Now leave me alone and die."
"Well that's no way to treat someone who saved your life, Peach Pit! What's the matter, don't I get a farewell kiss?"
The Doctor grabbed her from the tank and smooched her, Frenching it deep down her wormy succulent throat.
"No, but you are definitely on my list of people to kill. Actually, once I break out of here, you're moved to the top of that list. Happy birthday, you sad old freak."
Then Welyx wriggled out of his hands and plopped back in the tank, swimming round to stare at the opposite wall, well away from his face.
"How could you let him do that to me, Kal?" she murmured, sounding abused.
"Mrs. Robinson, "Kalmbyd said, grinning a rooty grin, "you trying to seduce me implies we somehow know each other. You are not my Welyx, and I am not your slave. Enjoy your vacation in the sunny warehouse district."
The Doctor raised his eyebrows in surprised approval, and then Kalmbyd led him away from the storage tanks and into the small warehouse control box room, where the Doctor's Telachtian Vodka sat on a napkin, the bottle clear and empty as dead eyes and missing one very important ingredient.
Kalmbyd stared at the Doctor; the Doctor stared back. Then they grinned, and spoke at the same time.
"The Worm."