"Oh here it comes, the prisoner lecture. Last week I wasn't a prisoner, the Doctor was 'helping' me. This week I'm a prisoner again. You two are very fickle," the Master lamented as he ate the rest of his cone and slumped back in his chair. No massive painful brain freeze, how disappointing. With a slight pout, he debated whether or not it was wise to try and kick Jack's feet under the table. Or the Doctors. Would it be funny or just end in a punch?
Probably a punch.
Keeping his feet still, he rolled his eyes at both of them. "I had to sit through a charity cricket match once, nearly died from the boredom. Lucy fell asleep half way through. They stopped playing when it rained slightly so I slipped out the back and left," the Master remarked with a slight frown on his face, feeling slightly annoyed that he agreed with Jack. Football was better. The frown soon turned into a smile when something dawned on him and he just had to laugh. A proper non-cruel laugh for once, what a miracle indeed.
"Did people who played cricket really used to wear that awful thing you did? You know, the creamish suit with the silly hat and celery. You said to me once it was a 'cricket outfit'."
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Probably a punch.
Keeping his feet still, he rolled his eyes at both of them. "I had to sit through a charity cricket match once, nearly died from the boredom. Lucy fell asleep half way through. They stopped playing when it rained slightly so I slipped out the back and left," the Master remarked with a slight frown on his face, feeling slightly annoyed that he agreed with Jack. Football was better. The frown soon turned into a smile when something dawned on him and he just had to laugh. A proper non-cruel laugh for once, what a miracle indeed.
"Did people who played cricket really used to wear that awful thing you did? You know, the creamish suit with the silly hat and celery. You said to me once it was a 'cricket outfit'."