"As much as I'd absolutely love to see you two even try to tie my feet together, I think I'll be a good boy. I'm ever such a nice guy when you give me a chance," the Master said with the fakest smile possible. His plan was simple and easy. Get uncuffed, punch Jack in the face as hard as he could, knock the Doctor down and leap out of the TARDIS.

No matter how he died, he has a resurrection set up and he'd be back on Earth in no time. It wasn't so much death as a long sleep. Besides, it was a thousand times better than being locked up here with the Doctor. No, that was the worst possible fate.

"Come on then, I'll behave. But you have to undo these cuffs so I can walk."