When the prisoner is brought to him, the High Emperor doesn’t bother to hide his derision. This is the all-knowing, all-powerful Doctor, the one who has his people in such excitement? The man’s coat is barely stitched together. He looks like a tramp and talks like a fool, and is small enough to be dwarfed by everyone in the room.
Hardly seems worth the effort. He orders his guards to execute him immediately, laughing all the while.
The next time he sees the Doctor, his empire is in tatters, his people are rebelling and he no longer feels like laughing.