[And the Master gets distracted by, let's say, the Seventh Doctor appearing at the end of the hall he's texting from, and takes evasive action. By the time he's finished running scared gracefully retreating, his attention span has wandered. Thread-dropping. The least of his evils.]
[He'll remember you seem like you have potential, though, Arthur. For a warden.]
[Pseudo-Spam] They are just that fantastic, office jobs.
running scaredgracefully retreating, his attention span has wandered. Thread-dropping. The least of his evils.][He'll remember you seem like you have potential, though, Arthur. For a warden.]