"You don't have a mind for anything, clearly," the Master replies jovially, "or you wouldn't be arguing about it in such small words."

My, this little figment certainly has the chip on his shoulder. This is almost as fun as that first fellow had been. "Does dismissal bother you? Does it make you feel insignificant? Put upon? Owned?" –because you are– He turns his gaze sideways and smirks creepily.