The Multiple Masters trying to figure out who summoned them together when the Masters start dropping shade on theirselves:
Crispy!Master: What if it’s you that brought us here?
War!Master: Me?! You think I’d bother setting all this up just for the pleasure of your company? *chuckles* Why would I waste my time?
Roberts!Master: I *don’t* like your tone.
War!Master: I wish that was all I didn’t like about you.
Young!Master: How dare you!
War!Master: A collection of failures. Wrong turns…and, ah, yes, a robot duplicate. I’d rather be stuck in a shopping center lift.
MacQueen!Master: You…dismiss us?!
Crispy!Master: If it hadn’t been for me, clinging onto life, then where would you be?!
War!Master: Perhaps I’d gotten around to happening a great deal sooner? I spent my whole life fighting a war…a war, I fear, none of you have the stamina for! Er…no offense.
Roberts!Master: All taken.
War!Master: If you’d had the decency to die earlier, then perhaps…just perhaps, I could have prevented a war that tore apart time. Now…wouldn’t that have been a life worth living? Why, my own people might have even hailed me as a savior, made me President of Gallifrey, imagine that! *pause* Look at me! All of you! Look into my eyes….you can see all that I’ve done and could do. Now…if you think you’re my equal, carry on looking at me. The others; look away.
Young!Master: *shudders* Horrible.
War!Master: I see…will none of you look at me?
War!Master: Ah…so it’s you! (He’s the host!)
Simm!Master: I’m pausing for a gasp. *silence* Oh come on, not even an ‘Ohh!’? *continued silence* Six Masters sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N- oh, come on! It’d be fun! Let’s throw our TARDIS keys in a bowl and see what happens!
