That was true, the Master really was stubborn. And even if he'd basically been smacked into the doors very hard by Jack's shoulders, effectively winding him very painfully and once again slamming his head into something, he still struggled and fought every inch of the way, managing to kick Jack in the shins as he tried to get away, arms unable to do much than pull against the tie, trying to slip free or break out. Once they were successfully bounce, the Master cried out in frustration.

"You can't do this! It's not fair, you can't!" The Master never knew how to react to losing, it was such a hard concept to grasp and yet it happened so often to him that he should have adjusted by now. And yet. "I'm not your prisoner, you have no right to lock me up! We're the last ones, you can't just stick me somewhere like a collectable!"

Looking at the Doctor, he growled in anger, his pride and his body now very much wounded. "Get your freak off me. Now!"