The Master, seeing the Projectile Best Friend, drops a project at which he’s labored for sixty-eight solid hours, and it shatters, motherboard, wires, bolts, and all, onto the ground, in a fantastical cacophony of destruction.  

He lets out an undignified squeak, just as the Doctor’s body strikes his, and he goes flying back onto his ass. 

      “What the DEVIL? What in the name of RASSILON’S LEFT TESTICLE?!”