"Bucket? Oh but I have such poor aim, I'd get it everything. I hope you enjoy cleaning that sort of thing up," Yes, he was so unable to do anything that his best threat was pissing around the TARDIS. Not like he'd actually do it, mind. He had dignity... to a degree. But seriously, all he needed was a chance and a weapon, then he'd be fine.

"A room? What, is that it? You're going to lock me away?" the Master rolled his eyes, looking more fed up than anything. "Good. I'm fed up of hearing you talk anyway. And looking at the freak, he makes me nauseated. Just give me a book or something, I don't want to be bored half to death."