Characters: The Doctor (Twelve); the Master When/Where: Not too terribly long after this discourse / Twelve's TARDIS Rating/Warnings: The Master is pitching a fit
"Damn, damn, DAMN!"
The Doctor had set an alarm and told the TARDIS to alert him when and if the Master ever started behaving in a way that might be considered a threat. And now, a circling red light was flashing in the Console Room - there was potential danger. The Doctor ran to the console and grabbed the monitor to swivel it around to his area.
"What's going on?" he asked the TARDIS, and she showed him - the Master in his room, stomping around, and though there was no sound, it wasn't difficult to tell that he was yelling something fierce at the walls. Nothing exceptionally bad... yet. At least he wasn't burning off his life energy and zapping anymore.
Still, the Doctor felt responsible to see what was happening and try to calm the Master down. With his game face on, he marched over to the Master's room and gave him the courtesy of knocking twice before opening the door.
"What's going on, grumpy Gus? Why are your knickers in a twist? Not enough butter on your pop corn?"