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Alright, I'm dealing.'
'But you dealt last time!'
'Too bad. That wasn't even poker. Ante?'
'I'm sorry?'
'Your starting bet. Put it in.'
'What, like money?'
'Yes, Doctor. Like money.'
'I haven't got any money.'
'Oh, for Rassilon's sake. We can't play poker if you haven't got any money!'
'We could just play for fun!'
'Hmm, you're right. Let's play strip poker!'
'Definitely not.'
'Great! Dealing now.'
'Master, I'm not playing strip poker.'
'Should be easier for you, you have way more clothes on than me.'
'But you usually win.'
'Well that's not my fault, is it?'
'It's still not fair!'
'Tough. Now take your cards.'
'...'
'...'
'Ah, this is brilliant!'
'Really, now?'
'Yeah!'
'Discarding?'
'Two.'
'Three for me.'
'Oh, didn't you draw yourself anything worthy?'
'Don't be so accusing, Doctor - and stop laughing!'
'This is going to take ages, you know.'
'Fine. Make this the end of the round.'
'Wait - what?! You can't do that after one draw!'
'Too bad, I just did. You ruined this with your empty pocket anyway, we can't have an increasing bet. Show me your cards.'
'Fine, fine.'
'Oh, what a shame. Looks like I win, take something off.'
'There... what?!'
'A shoe? You're really no fun.'
'Just because you take your shirt off the first time you lose.'
'Actually, I might not this time if you continue to be so boring.'
