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[Tulio es running around el temple looking for Miguel]

Miguel! Miguel's loose! This is going ruin everything!
[Sitting perched on the pilot's seat of the TARDIS console room, typing away at a laptop balancing on his knees, with a small frown on his face. Who knows what he's thinking~]
[Ah, what a lovely day. Lovely by Belfast standards at least, which means slightly overcast and not raining. Lyle is hanging around the streets aimlessly with nothing else better to do, it's the perfect opportunity for someone to come and bother him.]

Hey, Fel.

You... you fucking bitch.That's what you are, you know that? The only thing saving you right now is the fact that I'm a figment of your imagination.

Tell me where he is. You really have no idea how pissed I am right now.

Fuck you. Fuck you all.
 This has to be one of the worst ideas that you have come up with recently.

And I don't appreciate being one of your "ideas that you had while cycling" either. If you are so unsure about being able to pin down my voice, then it would be better for you not to play me at all.