I threw my lot in with you. I opted not to run for De Chima ambassador in order to focus upon my work here. So I will be damned if I do not throw everything into being here, including keeping tabs upon you.

[ He got up to approach Chilton's desk, laying palms flat on the surface as he loomed almost threateningly over the Doctor. ]

So tell me why it is you can have such brilliant ideas -- everything this world would need as a Messiah and yet you crawl and kiss the feet of these ambassadors -- as though your influence would not far eclipse their own?