Oh great, a lunatic with a bomb. Just what he needed to thwart his brilliant plan. A lunatic with terrible fashion sense and a strange peculiar feeling, he was convinced he knew him but he couldn't place where. A rebel, perhaps? Or a man he upset somewhere along the line? Either way, the Master was a great many things but when it came down to it, he was a survivor. And if there was a mad man with a bomb then he was very swift to do as he was told.
To a degree, anyway. He did sit upright but instead of putting his hands in a praying position, he held them up defensively. Well, he wasn't going to give in that much to some casual fly by night terrorist.
"Now, come on, we can be reasonable men about this. Tell me, what in the name of the universe has possessed you to believe that blowing me, or perhaps us, up is in anyway a good plan?" the Master negotiated, glad he slept somewhat fully clothed otherwise this would have been even more awkward. Perhaps he could distract him and leap from the window? Not a long fall. He could come back with his army and lynch the fool.
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To a degree, anyway. He did sit upright but instead of putting his hands in a praying position, he held them up defensively. Well, he wasn't going to give in that much to some casual fly by night terrorist.
"Now, come on, we can be reasonable men about this. Tell me, what in the name of the universe has possessed you to believe that blowing me, or perhaps us, up is in anyway a good plan?" the Master negotiated, glad he slept somewhat fully clothed otherwise this would have been even more awkward. Perhaps he could distract him and leap from the window? Not a long fall. He could come back with his army and lynch the fool.