And This Is All Going on Your Permanent Records!

The Master smiled smugly. "A sound mind in a sound body, isn't that your human phrase? I've merely taken steps to match my formidable mental prowess with equally formidable physical conditioning."

"Oh, please," said the Doctor. "That body isn't even yours. You stole it from some poor innocent ambulance driver. In fact, I don't understand why it isn't decomposing on you as we speak."

The Master opened his mouth to offer some no doubt cuttingly witty and disdainful reply, but at that point they were interrupted by a tall, sour- faced man who had appeared with amazing rapidity from somewhere down the deserted hall.

"Why aren't you students in class? Loitering in the hallways is worth three hours of detention!" He peered past them, apparently noticing the damaged lockers for the first time. "Vandalism of school property! Twenty hours of detention!"

"Now, just a moment," began the Doctor reasonably.

"Talking back to a school official! Thirty hours of detention! And where are your papers? Your schedules? Your ID cards? Your hall passes?"

"We haven't got any," said TW.

"No papers? No papers?! Right! That's sixty-two hours of detention, followed by summary execution! You're all coming with me! Right now!"

1. And he marched them all off down the hall.
2. "I don't think so," said the Master, and hit him over the head with a locker door.

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