That one crack RP with too many underscores. TOH!

Oh... well this is strange indeed. Not where I expected to be... Thought I had gotten away from here.

I'm hungry. So very, very hungry still....

((have a Master looking slightly confused and more then a tad miffed... oh and dressed like a hobo))

What are you looking at me for? I can't make you fly. You have to learn on your own.

I can teach you the physics behind flying, but that's it. Go ask another fowl if you want to learn to fly. Time Lord, not a duck, nor a pigeon, nor even an owl, I can not fly without some sort of enchanting piece of technology..... stop looking at me like that.

You don't stop, and I'll leave you with the Doctor... or... one of the Doctors. Oh, this will be a be a bloody mess, I know it.

((So due to demand, the Master is sitting outside somewhere with his duck, who is now fully grown, I would assume. However, never having had anything to teach it how, junior can't fly.... and the Master isn't in the best of moods having found out recently that we have a Ninth Doctor))