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SCMoll, you naughty naughty man!
Adric: Tegan! The Master's here!
Tegan: He wants us all dead. Adric: He doesn't want you at all. He's after somebody called the Doctor. Tegan: The Doctor? Adric: The Master has set a trap for him. Tegan: And we're the bait. O only got that on the second read-through :mrgreen:
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