All Hail The Master
Sure, I’ve been a doctor for eleven years now. Despite occasional claims to the contrary, I’m not that kind of doctor, and have trouble doing more medicinally than nuking chicken soup and sticking thermometers in people too sick to defend themselves. But I do have a degree on the wall that says Doctor, and I’ve been proud of the work that went into earning that title.
But now, after nearly two years of signs and predictions, favorable fortunes from the Ancient Order of Frycooks, and even some astral guidance received while Pluto was transgressing Saturn’s rings, I am proud to announce the Spinner is The Master. Maybe not that kind of Master. Or even this kind of master. But he is definitely this kind of Master, and I’m very, very proud of him.
And on related note, now I’m going to have to look at some Doctor Who themed costumes for ComicCon next year.
