So, what the fuck do you kids do around here for "fun", anyway?
Complain for sport? See who can bitch the loudest?
If I wanted that shit, I could've just stayed home and watched fucking Oprah.
I'm beginning to suspect the water supply has been contaminated with mold spores which cause mild to severe hallucinations when ingested. It's a perfectly viable explanation. People don't spontaneously develop mind-altering trances on the fly unless they've taken something and I don't recall licking any poison dart frogs recently.
Well, well, well, it looks like little Martha Jones is back with us. Your sister did miss you terribly. I was afraid I'd have to go and comfort her and make sure she was alright because you never know what will happen to such a little thing like her in a big bad city! She could fall in with the wrong crowd! Or even have something terrible happen to her. We wouldn't want that now, would we?
So welcome back, Miss. Martha Jones. I am looking forward to seeing you in person.
As for the rest of you darling little people that are getting into so much trouble at Torchwood, I haven't forgotten any of you. You'll all be getting a little visit from me soon enough. After all, what's life without some fun and games?
Judgment, Death and the Tower.
I'm putting my cards away for a while. The same three haunt my readings like a bad omen and I no longer wish to look upon them and think of the darkness that is coming.
I am going to take a break. Anyone seeking a reading will not be able to find me. Anyone that is merely seeking my company will.
Well, now. This could be something of a problem.
I don't think the iconic line "I don't think we're in Kansas anymore" could properly describe how I feel at the moment.
[Private to Marauders and the next generation kids]
We have a problem. You-know-who is here and from what I have learned from speaking with him he is from well past...well...well past when James and I meet our sticky end. He passed himself off to me as someone named Tom Jones. He really could have picked a better name.
Well, well.. this is certainly an interesting development. I could have sworn I was walking to the club a few minutes ago.
Still, at least New York and Massachusetts aren't that far from each other. So.. I'm in New York City now. I guess it will have to do.
You'd think that finding a PR job in one of the financial capitals of the world would be easy, but it's really not. It's easier to ignore the Master than it is to get a job around here at the moment. Yes, it is possible to ignore him, some of you lot should try it sometime.
I'm not sure if I mentioned it, Martha, but I'm really glad you're back. I missed you. Now I'm never going to mention that again and we can go back to normal, okay? Good!