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were_lemurOnce, the Master had been a gourmet.
Once, lifetimes ago, the Master had been a gourmet. He'd sampled the cuisines of thousands of worlds, and searched through all of history to seek out the finest delicacies. His sophisticated palate had been a source of pride.
Now, huddled in an alley and shoving the remains of someone's discarded packet of stale crisps into his mouth, he's aware of what his earlier self would have thought of him; subsisting like an animal on garbage, grease, fat waddling pigeons and even slower, fatter apes.
He's aware, but he can't bring himself to worry about it, not when he's so hungry.
Once, lifetimes ago, the Master had been a gourmet. He'd sampled the cuisines of thousands of worlds, and searched through all of history to seek out the finest delicacies. His sophisticated palate had been a source of pride.
Now, huddled in an alley and shoving the remains of someone's discarded packet of stale crisps into his mouth, he's aware of what his earlier self would have thought of him; subsisting like an animal on garbage, grease, fat waddling pigeons and even slower, fatter apes.
He's aware, but he can't bring himself to worry about it, not when he's so hungry.
