[It's a good thing that the Doctor doesn't come towards him; the Master surely would have bolted or attacked. Even so, the thought of anyone or anything trying to manipulate his body to "help"--]
Nothing can help me! [he yells] I don't want anything messing with me like some experiment! We're their playthings, Doctor. That's it.
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Nothing can help me! [he yells] I don't want anything messing with me like some experiment! We're their playthings, Doctor. That's it.