A/N: This is a short chapter to get all my readers through the weekend. Actually, usually don't know what is going to happen in this story until I write it. I know where I'm going (prompt) but everything that happens in the interum is simple madness directly from my brain. Enjoy!
Ok, so, weird cape guy. He said something British and clichéd (hey! What is with all the British people! Are we being invaded? I mean, seriously!) like "Oh, I do say" or something.
Then all three of them started to talk at once. I tried for Heather's hand again – not because I was scared or trying to pull something (well, I was, but you know what I mean) – but because I wanted to rescue her or something. No, really, I had an entire plan worked out. I can't remember it now, because other stuff started happening.
Well, the British man with the beard tries to get control of the situation. He starts shouting about how he's got guns pointing at the rest of the room, and if we don't obey him he'll start shooting. Actually he really did say "I am the Master (yeah, another capital letter word) and you will obey me!" so I think I'll call him the Master from now on, since writing "that British man with the beard" is making my hand tired.
But then the Doctor interrupts him. The man does like to do that. He said "Oh, come off it! Three might not recognise those guns and those androids, but I certainly do. You've been off to Sattelite Five, haven't you?"
The Master looked smug. "But of course. I've been cleaning up your messes. Best of all, none of these are actually lethal." I tried for Heather's hand again – if the guns aren't lethal, that means there's nothing stopping us from leaving! – but she slaps my hand away.
I think she's playing hard to get.
So, the Master points at one of his robot cosplayers and says "Hit him with the teleport gun."
But then, the cape guy, whom everyone had forgotten about, holds up a series of machine guts and dangling wires. "Oh, do you happen to mean this teleport gun?"
That made the Master mad. He points at a random cosplayer and roars "Shoot him!"
Well, the cosplayer says something like "Prepare for defabrication" and fires.
And…
Oh. My. God.
