"Doctor, are you even watching?" Jo asked, looking up from the monitor in the library.
"What happened to the Brigadier last week was funnier." The Doctor said as the Mafia sketch ended with the onscreen Colonel calling it to an end and announcing it was time for a cartoon.
"Jeeps break, troops get lost, fights break out during inspection, bases catch fire, ammunition explodes. Not good for business." the man in the sharp suit on the left said. The hairy creature who had come into the office with him nodded in agreement.
"Are you threatening me?" the Brigadier asked, which a certain individual who was supervising from the shadows took as his cue to interrupt before the real threatening got started, which would be soon if this lot was who he thought it was.
"Brigadier, I need..." he started as he barged into the office pretending to be oblivious to the presence of the two aliens who were present.
"Holy shit! Time Lord!" the one in the suit who was apparently the spokesperson - since the hairy alien was cheap hired muscle - yelled after the item that looked like a watch that he was wearing on his Right wrist started sounding out an alarm.
"Hello." he said with a smile that would be pleasant if one didn't look at his eyes. "You wouldn't happen to be bothering my Brigadier would you?"
"...No." the hired muscle said as he slowly backed towards the window before rapidly turning and diving out of it, not caring that it was closed. His partner rapidly followed.
There were times when being from Gallifrey was a definite advantage, and this was one of them. The one time the Galactic Mob had tried their protection racket on Gallifrey, the reaction was...Well, let's just say that everyone left Gallifrey the hell alone after that and anyone who was in the Mob no matter the family tended to make themselves scarce when there was a Time Lord about. Even a wee Time Tot who may have wandered off during an outing.
Not that there often was.