This was a really, really, really bad idea. But he thought he could control the poison, considering he knew it would be there and could control his own metabolism fairly well. Well, better than fairly well, he was a Time Lord. He started to break the food in half. Jack, on the other hand...

"We might be better off starving," he said. "If this takes us over again, one of us, or both of us, could be immobile for a while."