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And with the Doctor's summoning of a daffodil, Missy summoned a huge piano straight from the underworld and did a frantic tap dance.
The Doctor stared at the large instrument floating above his head and pointed with his index finger, eyebrows furrowing.
"But you can't do that! My brain is equal to a piano."
Missy blinked and summoned another piano.
"Ah," He frowned, hand sinking to his side. "There is a flaw in my seemingly flawless plan. This has happened a concerning amount of times."
Missy summoned another four hundred and eighteen pianos, all of them circling the ceiling in a wonderful, chaotic, masterful tornado.
They all dropped on his head, Missy playing Mamma Mia on the way down.
Clara doubled over and laughed evily at this evil deed. Evil people laugh at evil. Clara is evil.
There was a twitch from below the piano and the Doctor turned into Space Jesus once again, floating in a blue mist and throwing Missy across the room like a sandwich.
Clara was hit by a piano key in the arm and it was super effective. The critical hit killed her.
"You cannot kill me." The Doctor growled.
"Well, why not?" She replied and the Doctor smirked.
"Because it's not the end of the season yet."
Missy watched in horror. He was right! The Doctor raised his glowing Space Jesus hand and turned into the Emperor Dalek. A blue light grew from his shining whisk of destruction.
"Fuckity bye!"