"How can you say something so cruel?"

With the TARDIS safely secured and a psychic block put upon all further inbound messages, XI stepped out onto an uninhabited planet in readiness for battle. He was visibly armed with nothing but a sonic screwdriver and his psychic paper, dressed in his usual waistcoat and jeans ensemble.

Using the paper he issued his challenge to the creature that had tortured his friends and now held his lover hostage.

[Hellooooo, Mr Hyde. This is the Doctor calling. Last chance to come out and face me to negotiate your surrender. It won't do you any good. You're not going to get it. Better to die quickly though, eh?]