Shit, shit, shit, shit. The last thing he needs is Peter invading his brain all the time with nonsense. "There will be no heavenly care package." Okay, that much got out without alteration. Next, he tries for I don't do delivery orders via prayer, but it comes out as "I brought the TARDIS candy when she prayed for it." He sighs and tries to think of what he could say to qualify that statement. He can't really deny that prayer is a thing.

You don't get the same benefits. "You don't get the same benefits." Oh good. At least something came out like he wanted it to.