Mr. Dalek Goes to Starbucks

As the creature, soft and resembling a cephalopod inside, and metallic and destructive on the outside headed inwards to the establishment, he pondered about what to get. He had the appearance of no other creature – with bumps and edges everywhere across his body. A stalk near the peak contained a cold, unblinking blue eye. As the other patrons stared at him, unsure of him, he finally made his decision – a pumpkin spice latte.

"BARISTA," the creature shouted in a loud and unnatural voice after moving to the front of the line, "I REQUEST A BEVERAGE. DO YOU HAVE ANY LATTES CONTAINING PUMPKIN SPICE?"

The visibly confused barista gazed at the soulless and peculiar creature, dumbfounded. Customers dropped their coffee, and the creature shifted a peculiar object with the appearance of an average toilet plunger closer and closer to the counter, and to the countenance of the barista.

"I'm sorry, um... Mr... We're all out of the ingredients for Pumpkin Spice Lattes.

"DALEKS DO NOT TAKE ORDERS! YOU WILL OBTAIN THE INGREDIENTS! OBTAIN! OBTAIN! OR YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!"

"The creature, now known as a Dalek, started to rotate, and approach the seating area. It spun around sharply as it poised what appeared to be a whisk attached to it's midsection. The baristas and customers were perplexed. They were baffled about this mysterious object.

All was quiet for a moment, until the creature broke the silence, spinning round in circles, growing faster and faster, yelling, "EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"

The whisk like object shifted upwards, and an ear splitting drone filled the air, as a blue bolt shot out of the appendage. This beam struck a barista near the one manning the counter that the Dalek had just been at. The barista flashed a bright color, and dropped onto the floor, dead.

Commotion had just begun. The creature rapidly increased its speed and turned and turned, firing shots in every direction. Customers fled, servers and faculty fled, and much coffee was overturned in the panic. The cries of the creature grew louder and more persistent. However, of all of this panic, there was one stray beam.

The flames began. Carpets and curtains went in a blaze after that one shot caught a fabric on fire. The flammable substances grew in a hefty, smoky blaze, and the damage was phenomenal.

"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINAAAAAAAAAAAAATE!"

The next day, a man approached the rubble. Mouth agape and disbelief ransacking his brain, he wondered, "Just what happened here? Did I miss something? Now where am I gonna get coffee?" As he searched and looked around the rubble, it became evident that a fire was the cause of the collapse.

A slow groan emerged from under the debris. The remains buckled and tossed, as one item came into view. The man walked closer. Among the fire-scorched remnants, something stuck outwards into the air. As the man leaned inwards to have a better look, he was met with the item – A severed and charred human hand resting on a whisk.