“OI!! Ri’ then, listen oop. You an’ I ‘ave got centuries between oos so don’t try any more funny business or I’ll lamp ya, understood? This’s no time t’be stroppy, m’only tryin’ to ‘elp and I’m all set bein’ shocked, thanks, so pack it in or I’ll toss you into a supernova!”
The Master strolls into the kitchen, where his best friend is speaking in Northern Tongues while threatening to assault a toaster.
Typical Tuesday, really.
He sniffs, holds up a forefinger, and winks at her as though to suggest he has the entire situation well in hand.
Then, this technical genius, this intellectual titan … . bangs hard, three times, on the side of the toaster.
Intimidated, it tremulously surrenders perfect toast.
Icarus 