Master: (swirls around in high backed evil overlord chair) "Good evening Doctor… That was a bit clichéd wasn't it? Though I can't help but feel I should laugh manically, what do you think?"
Doc: "Oh definitely, nothing sets the 'you're about to die in a ridiculously elaborate and possibly, in fact quite probably a preposterous predicament.."
Master: "Alliteration?"
Doc: "Sorry, got a bit of a gob in this body… where was I?"
Master: "Preposterous predicament"
Doc: "Ah yes, 'you're about to die like maniacal laughter!'"
Master: "Think I should get a fluffy white cat?"
Doc: "Well I could always sit on your lap and purr?"
Master: "You're not about to start licking yourself are you?"
Doc: "There's an idea! You know this body has the strongest oral fixation I've ever encountered, just has to lick everything it does; TARDIS, Rose, walls, dirt, jam, more Rose, banana's, banana jam, banana jam on Rose! Speaking of which where exactly is my lovely licentious lickable…"
Master: (clears throat)
Doctor: "…Rose?"
Master: "She's already in a suitably skimpy costume in my ridiculously elaborate and probably preposterous trap just waiting to be rescued."