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[my_dear_doctor]

There's a Master in the multiverse, people!  At the moment, however, he seems mostly oblivious to that fact; he's sitting at a desk, working at sums; a Cuban cigar sits, smouldering, in an ashtray next to him, which he occasionally picks up to chew on.  His brow furrows as he taps the eraser end of his pencil against his paper.

Feel free to bother him, please.