You’ve been smoking for as long as you can remember. You know you should quit, but you just can’t when it helps take the edge off. You can tell the Master hates it.

You’re sitting with your legs hanging out of the TARDIS door as it floats through deep space, smoking a cigarette. The Master comes up from behind and takes the cigarette from your mouth, flicking it off into space.

“You really need to stop smoking those things. It’s not good for you.”