"Drop the gun? Now, why would you do that? Keep the gun where it is, how about that? Let's just walk back together, you can keep threatening me. Makes you feel powerful, doesn't it? Gun in your hand. Too bad it doesn't help against radiation." The Doctor's finger in his pocket had reached the screwdriver and he slowly tried to spin it around so he could actually use it. Not an easy task with a gun at his temple, but he'd been through worse.

"Jack isn't lying. He didn't even know until I told him." Now, whether or not the Doctor was lying, that was another matter. But either way, the power of suggestion could be very influential. "But you can feel it, can't you? Crawling all over you. Let's go to the TARDIS. Bring the gun, it'll be fun."