The Resurrection Casket

I'll come off. That's not fair. The monster protested. Rip you apart? Yeah. I've ate. That's what I have to do. But I can't be doing with needless vandalism. No, really. I mean, given the choice for I wouldn't rip anything up at all, jobs a job though.

It reached down and clamped to pour on each of the doctor's shoulders. Hang on. The doctor said quickly, wincing. Are you saying that you would rather not kill me? Well, all balance, I suppose, but that you have to, black shadow is like a contract, so, sorry.

Ready for this? Oh, I've been ready for about 150. The doctor's voice feaded as a thought struck him. Where is hek? The monster's side. What is it now? How do you notice me you want?

I got a name, a description, and an uncanny ability to detect the black shadow parts that from the way it resonates between the dimensions. Never made a mistake yet. It thought about this, then added, not that I know of, anyway.

The Doctor's feet left the ground. No, no, no! You've got the wrong person! And I can prove it! Monster slowly lured the Doctor back down. Oh. Whoever put the black shadow on me, you know, old, um, what's his name?

The Monster laughed. Aah! You won't get me like that. Not able to tie-folds my master's name. Or is she maybe a mistress? Sorry. Do that, and you can maybe slip the black shadow back to him and reverse the curse.

But wait, you said you had my name. So, what is it? You don't know your own name. No, the Doctor protested. No, that's not it. If they gave you my name, then you've got the wrong person.