The Master turned with a face of disbelief at "Praetoris" and his sense of annoying dismissal. "Forgive my manners, I'll talk a little clearer so you can understand better. Maybe use smaller words," he said while giving his head a greater turn to look at the disguised man. "When you tell me who you really are, I don't need your name. I need to know who you are. Are you aiming for something, are you a hustler, are you really wanting to be mayor, are you the six fingered man, you see? Your name is about as useful as chocolate teapot."

He put his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the wall of the building behind them. "Just tell me, Boss...who exactly do you work for?"