[The Master's sense of humour has always been somewhat lacking. The Doctor regards him with a straight face, studying him carefully. He wonders for a moment if the dragons have somehow fixed him, or if he's expending his life force with everything he does. If he had the TARDIS here, he might be able to find a way to fix him (because of course, despite everything, the Doctor still wants to help his old friend), but- well. He's stranded on Azeroth, and he has no idea where his TARDIS might be.]
There was a time when you wouldn't have taken orders from anyone. Why do what they tell you to now?
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There was a time when you wouldn't have taken orders from anyone. Why do what they tell you to now?