Here Come the Drums...

[You can hear the sounds of like, packages opening, and crunching and ravenous chewing ETC ETC]

--need to eat, need to tear, need to feed, take it take it take it--

[Anyway, he's just gibbering about food and stuff, because getting tortured a whole bunch of times and failing to eat because of the riot has totally killed his life force. Suddenly, however, he just STOPS. And seems to notice something's wrong.]

OFF!

[And he kills the transmission. So, if anybody wants to find him in the kitchen, he's like. EATING STUFF. Please stop him. You'll find him gnawing on a bone.]

[OOC: DELETED THE OTHER ONE because I'd rather write regular Master than flood Master, and it was put up at the end of the flood anyway. STILL, you can ASSUME that he spazzed out, built a makeshift weapon, and went looking to rescue Meta. Whatever happened UH will need to be coordinated with Tosh, Meta, and Tallahassee, I presume]

Well, since this seems to be the 'thing to do' right now, I suppose I shall hop on the bandwagon with the rest of you. So! In the spirit of apologies: I take back every kind word I said to you imbeciles over the course of the flood! What can I say? I wasn't feeling like myself!

Ah, but this slavish hero worship of a certain Doctor... Now I know what it's like to be trapped in the mindset of one of his companions... Speaking of. Rose, the invitation to my room still stands.

Ah, the men are men again! Although the flood may have passed, gentlemen, some of you-- not naming any names or ranks here-- are still queens!

Myself, I had an enjoyable time watching you lot squirm.

Oh, and Harv? We must do it again sometime.