[Yes, yes, all the Master's fault for being such a naughty, bad renegade that both the Time Lords and the Daleks saw fit to execute him, and then he went out and stole another body, how very shocking and inappropriate of him. You try being a psychic goosnake, Doctor, and see if even a zombie human body with a bad accent doesn't start seeming like a better option.

The Master rolls his eyes at all the fluster over his having spoken to the Doctor's latest pet.] Of course I shall respect your wishes, my dear, and leave the lady entirely alone. [Please. Who do you think you're talking to, here?

But no, what now, all of that is crazy talk. The Master ran? What? He huffs a disbelieving little laugh.] Considering the hullabaloo with which the High Council greeted the news of this body's construction, I find it remarkable that they could have deigned to resurrect me, even had I not already been traveling with you at the start of the latest little contretemps with the Daleks. Brax and President Romanadvoratrelundar had enough trouble justifying our continued existence after we'd cleared up the mess for them.