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[spoken] Doctor: Master! I challenge you to psychic combat. Master: And why should I agree to that, Doctor? Doctor: Why else? To prove you’re the mental giant around here. Master: True. I accept! Doctor: Galactic laws of psychic combat apply? Only to humiliate, never to harm? Master: Don’t be so naïve, Doctor. There are no rules here, and I’m afraid you’ve outgrown your novelty. Today is the day you die. Doctor: So be it. Master: But by all means, you can feel free to follow the rules. Doctor: No, you’re right. No more games. We’re the last of our kind. But I can’t let you continue doing what you’re doing. Master: So what will it be then, Doctor? Doctor: Rehabilitation. The best of the Time Lords will live on through us. Only the best. Master: You haven’t won yet, Doctor. Let us begin! [sung] Master: So it finally comes down to this, Two foes in a battle of mind. Well I promise that you won’t be missed, When I am the last Lord of Time. Doctor: I have no quarrel with you. I’d