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Martha.
She's going to ruin everything.
The Master paced. He didn't show this off to many people. If anyone were to walk in now they'd find themselves being met with an angry yellow flash of a Laser Screwdriver.
He would have his children looking for her.
She'd be dead by tomorrow. Or the day after. Or the day after that.
Then The Master would have his ultimate victory.
His children would prowl the Earth. Humans cowering in fear. And he would rule.
And maybe then.
The beatings would stop.
And i'll be safe.