All Together Now

Artik waited in the TARDIS. At some point in time, Makoto and Cyril would take advantage of the linkage between the TARDIS and the latter's ship.

Cyril popped up in the TARDIS, giggling and on fire.

Artik sighed and sprayed Cyril with his hose.

Yeah. I typed that.

It's canon.

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"You just sprayed me with your hose Artik." Cyril deadpanned.

Artik defended, "You were flaming!"

Cyril slowly wiped it off his mouth. "Yeah, I guess I was flaming." Oh wait, Cyril didn't have a mouth since he was one of the Madness. Whatever.

Artik finally got a good look at Cyril and jumped backwards a bit. "Fucking fuck."

"Am I not attractive anymore?" Cyril would have pouted if he had lips.

Artik gulped, "Er. No, it's just... you remind me of the Faceless Old Woman that secretly lived in my house." He sighed listfully, "Remember when I had a house? Good times ."

Cyril laughed. It's a pretty disturbing thing to do without A MOUTH. "SHE SOUNDS LIKE AN INTERESTING LADY." Cyril shouted casually.

Artik sighed. The TARDIS shuddering. Artik whipped around and carressed a lever. "I know, old girl. I know." He smiled sadly as he turned to Cyril, "She's stretched a bit thin, hopping between myself and the human." He patted the console and made his way to the door, "I had thought, perhaps, that he comes from my far future, but... then the TARDIS wouldn't be having problems." He opened the door. "This is one of the last trips I'lll be taking in her. And this is the last of our time adventures that you and I will have, Cyril."

Makoto appeared with a soft pretzel. " sup"

Cyril looked as somber as one without a face could, "Well... I hope you have something good planned."

Artik grinned, "Absolutely no idea. Cyril, know any good places?"

Makoto raised his hand. "I have an idea."

Cyril waited for an idea from Makoto.

Artik made a gesture saying, "Out with it, then."

Makoto suggested they go to a screwed up alternate universe.

"That does sound pretty fun. We could go to one where Makoto is a little boy with crippling psychosis and - oh wait." Cyril looked pointedly at Makoto. Cyril felt absolutely fine making fun of people with mental disorders since he was now a sociopath.

Artik shrugged, giving Makoto the TARDIS controls. He turned to Cyril, "What's going on with you, anyway?"

"I'VE CHANGED MY RACE SO THAT I CAN TEST MY CURES FOR KI CORRUPTION QUICKER. I AM SHOUTING TO DROWN OUT THE VOICE. I HATE HIM SO MUCH." Cyril shouted pleasantly, a single tear dripping down his cross of a face.

Makoto put in random coordinates.

Artik grimaced. He had heard of that somewhere. A book titled, 'Hastily Put Together Plot Points'

Cyril reached out and slapped Artik casually. He looked pretty confused about doing it. "I... Sorry. I don't know what that was."

Makoto drew a mouth on Cyril with a sharpie. "There we go."