i should go through and make a list of all my mods, so i know where to look when they need updated
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"I am Dal-ek Thay," it intoned, gun stick twitching as it regarded the other. Such a bold casing must make it impossible to camouflage. Further, it wondered how the other's existence had gone unnoticed for so long; the other members of the Cult, were they still alive, had not been seen for some centuries, leaving Thay to wander about on its own.
"You will i-den-ti-fy!"
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me: makes this into a multi
also me: missy.......
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Michelle gomez (missy) photographed by phil sharp 2024
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Missy: I'm not amoral, I'm eh-moral!
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someone: are you a healer? a doctor?
missy: i prefer not to use that word, if it's all the same to you.
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toymaker described as a "lost little boy" in the novelization
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Ah! Guten tag, guten tag! Kommen into the varm. It is ge-rainink, is it not? All of the water all splishy-splashy.
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Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.
"For some months now I cultivate the marrows. This morning suddenly I enrage myself with these marrows. I send them to promenade themselves--alas! Not only physically but mentally. I seize the biggest. I hurl him over the wall." -- Christie's The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, pg 19
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Send “📚” and I will flip to a random page in a book and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter.
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Missy chuckled to herself. Someone passing by stopped, inquired whether she were okay--if there someone in that bag of hers--and she explained it off as a very fancy, very advanced, toy, one which spoke and moved all on its own, and she watched him walk away before addressing her kidnappee.
"I'll only let you out if you say something nice," she said.
The Mistress reclines with her feet on a large, rather lumpy carrier bag, deliberating ignoring the muffled shouts coming from within it, her attention focused on a Gallifreyan book. "Whatever you need," she starts, not deigning to glance over her shoulder, "I'm sure it can wait 'til I've finished this chapter."
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