The Master rolls his eyes. "My un-birthday, of course. I do hope you baked me a cake? No?" The Doctor appears to want a real answer to –what kind of dream game is this?– his question. "I have lorded over your precious Earth and all its inhabitants for... hm, three-hundred and twenty-two days. And nights, and I assume you have somewhere to go with that? Do dazzle me with another magic trick of yours."