“Look, I’m sorry I missed your inauguration, but I was stuck in 1754.” The Doctor was starting to sound exasperated.
“You still should have called.”
“I didn’t have cell service!”
“Verizon didn’t exist yet! The telephone didn’t exist yet! It wouldn’t even be invented for another hundred and twenty-two years! What was I supposed to do, send you a message by carrier pigeon? The electric telegraph wouldn’t even be invented for almost a hundred years from when I was!”
“So you’re going to tell me that you couldn’t have used the TARDIS to send out a message? Come on, Doctor, I know better than that! I’m from Gallifrey too, remember, I know how those machines work just as well as you do!” The Master scoffed at his oldest friend.
“I could have done, if I hadn’t crash landed in 1754—which was your fault, by the way—and had to spend all my time repairing the old girl! I came straight back as soon as she was fixed, but of course she decided to be stubborn and bring me back six months after the date I entered into the console, otherwise I’d have been back several days beforehand. So it’s all your own fault, really.”
“Is that right?”
“That’s right. You should keep that in mind, the next time you want me to be somewhere on time, to not tamper with my only means of transportation so that I can get there on time!”
“Okay, okay! Note to self: Don’t sabotage the Doctor’s precious TARDIS anymore, at least not when I want him to be on time for an important event. There, happy?”
“Ecstatic. Now pass me that bottle of aspirin, I’m getting a headache…”