"Hello, freak!" the Master strutted up to the Captain confidently.

Jack grunted, but didn't reply.

"Nope, I'm not going to torture you. Not today!" Jack couldn't help but to stare at the Master's cheery complexion. "I thought I'd tell you a story.

Jack raised an eyebrow, suspicious, as the master pulled a chair in front of him and sat down.

"Now, when the Doctor was a teenager, he was always oddly silent. Everyone thought he was the first mute timelord. They didn't know. He only ever talked to me. He loved me, then. But we grew up. He didn't understand. He didn't understand that I had to do something about the crumbling state of our society. I knew that human culture survived throughout time; I thought 'if only we could be like that.' So, I traveled to the fifty-first century. I found a human girl, and I raped the little scum."

"Bastard."

The Master ignored Jack. "Unfortunately, when my daughter, the first in a superior race, was thirteen, she was kidnapped by a society bent on turning teenagers into the perfect soldiers. She was trained and raised to be an assassin. Eventually, at age nineteen, she escaped to the twenty-first century where she met the Doctor, and fell madly in love with him. Of course, then she broke his heart to travel the universe, kicking ass. And do you know what they call her, throughout the universe?"

"What." Jack phrased it as a question, but spoke it as a statement.

"Mary-Sue."