He groans, rolling his eyes up into his head. "Please, make it stop."
The Doctor tsks rather irritatingly. "'Fraid not, Master." He jangles his keys and smiles brightly. "We're stuck here." Which is rich of him to say, on the other side of that sheet of glass. He's the one stuck here.
"What did I do to deserve this?" The Master struggles against his chains futilely. It's not even deadlock sealed. This is an insult.
"Would you like a list?"
No, it's worse than an insult.
He shouts, "Would you at least get on with it?"
The pig cowers.
"Th-that's all, folks!"