"Any prison would have given you a jumpsuit, and a cell with a hole to shit in," Jack snapped back. He wasn't happy about all of this. What was even the point? More importantly, how did the Master get to come out? It certainly couldn't have been on good behaviour, because the last time Jack had checked, shouting and destroying things was less than good behaviour.

"I haven't had time to keep up on sports," he grumbled, folding his arms and looking away. Seriously? Small talk? Was that what all of this was about? The Master was right; he was probably just trying to force them to get on with one another. "More of a football fan anyway."