"He means that we're his toys to play with, just like all the other beings in this world," the Doctor replied, his golden eyes narrowed on Voldermort. "This thing in front of us prides himself on playing with peoples lives like a game of chess. To him, its the most fun anyone could possibly have."<br/><br/>The Doctor walked back to Robin's side before pointing at the dark wizard with his thumb.<br/><br/>"In the old legends of the Time Lords they speak of this being. How he ensnares life forms into his Toy Room and challenges them to sick little games, with their freedom as the prize," the Doctor said with disgust. "It's his duty as one of the six guardians, godly entities, each a manifestation of some of the universes qualities, such as light and order, dark and chaos, or in this case, dream and fantasy."<br/><br/>The shadows of Voldermort's body began to bubble and froth as the Doctor spoke. His bone white skin became pink and warm and his head began to sprout grey strands of hair. The dark robes began to change from black to a rich red and gold which shined like treasure in the dim light.<br/><br/>"Sometimes he goes by his official title, the Crystal Guardian," the Doctor spoke as he watched the transformation. "Other times he goes by the name of, the Mandarin, but the first time I met him he went by only one name...." the Doctor spoke softly, his voice trailing off as the transformation completed.<br/><br/>Standing in Voldermort's place, was a tall man dressed like a Chinese emperor. His eyes and hair were dark and his clothes were lavish and grand. He wore a bright shining smile that seemed to twinkle with mischief and excitement, but not in the way that the Doctor smiled. This being's seemed to resemble the grin of a mad sadist, not an eccentric guardian of good. He bowed slightly at the two, his image flickering like bad reception on a television.<br/><br/>"The Celestial Toymaker" the Doctor spoke with a grimace. "One of the oldest, most insane beings in the universe."<br/><br/>"You are one to talk about sanity Doctor," the Toymaker chuckled, his hands folded neatly into the sleeves of his robes. "A man who abducts primates and sends them on grand tours of space and time to prevent himself from feeling lonely is a man who is dangerously close to losing his grip on reality."<br/><br/>"Which is why I am better than you, Doctor," the Toymaker spoke before his Voldermort disguise washed over him again. "I do not believe in reality."