So tell me, are there any alternate versions of my husband hanging about this place? Given its penchant for... duplication, shall we say- well, one never knows.
Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, Doctor; it seems there's quite enough versions of you around here to keep track of any amount of duplicates of my husband.
Oh indeed. One might even go so far as to call it an infestation. And not just you, but other men wearing your face; it should flatter your ego, at any rate.
Oh well, that's an interesting philosophical question where I'm concerned. What does matter most in the final determination of just who a person is? The mind? The body? The actions?
Well, apparently my Lucy was a bit upset about having to shoot me. You know, tiny bit. My ring worked differently from your me's, so she decided to keep me with her always. Til death do us part and all that.
*grins* I always did think you looked good on me, though not quite like this.
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I believe you'd know him as the Master.
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Though really, that's half the allure, isn't it? One never really knows.
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It's hard enough trying to keep track of one of you.
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Duplicates of me, eh? This place is sounding better and better! Must take one for a friendly chat in the pub one day, I'm sure he'd appreciate it.
Well, I would, at any rate.
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Dear Lucy, you're looking absolutely ravishing today.
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*grins* I always did think you looked good on me, though not quite like this.
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You're- I'm sorry, you're me? Or... wearing my body, at least.
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