"Damnit, don't run.." is all she manages to say through grit teeth as she books after him. Days like this is when she starts considering chaining him to her desk - at least then she can keep an eye on him!

And so she's bounding after him, armed with her ever trusty pipe (which has oddly not yet been confiscated), hoping - praying - he'll slow down enough for her to catch up. Because let's face it - he's way more fit than she'll ever be.