"Oh good, it works," the Doctor said. His voice was ragged from the strain and he wasn't standing quite so straight in the grip of the Drudges anymore. "Lovely. Don't suppose we can leave it at that, can we? Call it a day and go our separate ways?"

He didn't expect that to get much of an answer to that; the comment really intended more to give him a moment to recover from the effect while the Master talked. Maybe even, if he could stretch it out long enough, give him time to come up with something to get out of here.

But anything he was starting to come up with already was almost forgotten entirely as the Master adjusted the settings and turned the weapon on him again. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire, and the Doctor twisted and yelled in the Drudges' grip, fighting to try and get away from the pain despite how unlikely he knew it to be.