John snapped his hand back. "Okay then, he'll be stark raving fruit loop, repeatedly murdering Jack and keeping your second favourite planet to ransom. Did I miss anything? Oh yeah, I forgot, cannabilizing this beatuiful girl to create the paradox."
He threw out a quick mental Sorry as he felt the TARDIS flinch. "I mean does that make you feel any better? You know, a paradox machine could come in very useful for an ex-Time Agent. Maybe I should stop playing nice, and go track down one of the Masters and ask, huh?"
He sighed deeply, and rubbed over his face with his hand. "Sorry," he muttered. "I guess you'll want me to go now."
He didn't take too kindly to his help being rejected. Understatement.