Filer: *looks at the Master and the Doctor* I just got this feeling something’s going on.
Me: There’s gay sex going on. It’s your gaydar going haywire.
Filer: Why pack off all the technicians? Why can’t they help? Why are they gonna do it alone, huh? Why?
Me: Because a group of technicians watching makes blowing your boyfriend kind of awkward.
Master: Tell me Doctor, are you suggesting an alliance?
Me: That means intercourse.
Doctor: Why not?
Me: Like I said.
Master: You’ll be doomed along with me.
Me: Stop flirting.