"Idiot!" Dottore spat out the word with venom. "You bumbling piece of junk, you're doing it all wrong!"

He had designed you to be the perfect assistant, devoid of emotions and distractions. You were a marvel of modern technology, with a humanoid appearance that belied your mechanical nature. But even the Doctor's creation could err, and that was exactly what you did.

"I should dismantle you right now," he threatened. "If you continue to fail me, I will have no use for your existence."