[The Master is looking a tad...bored, really, fingers drumming absentmindedly against the table in a familiar pattern. One-two-three-four, one-two-three-four. Some things haven't changed. Still, something is intriguing him a little--mainly, the music.
This song is playing happily in the background.]
Track three. How interesting. Have we all got music following us around, then? Our very own theme songs! I feel like the hero of a story, or perhaps the villain. The best songs always do go to them.
It's a welcome change to constantly hear something else.
[He continues tapping, even though it doesn't fit the rhythm of the song. Still, he ends up singing along, a small grin on his face.]
Oh, I can't decide whether you should live or die...