Inside the Head of a Dalek
Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Humans are different. Must exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. The Doctor is like me. We are both the last of our kind. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!! Exterminate!! Where is he? Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate! Must find the Doctor. Exterminate him. Exterminate. It is the Doc--what is that? Why is it wrapped in a golden, shiny substance? Shall I exterminate? Yes. Must exterminate anything different. Exterminate… exterminate… extermin--wait.
What are these letters? C. R. U. N. C. H. I. E. Well… E. E is for exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exter--but it's gold. And shiny. I'll just pick it up.
Hmmm. That's interesting. It appears the golden substance come off to reveal--EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! What is this? Cursed time lords! It's a trap! Too good to be true. Exterminate! Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate.
But on the inside… so crunchy. So delicious. This is too good to be a trap. I'll just take one small, miniscule bite and… BUZZ!
What was that? Over there? Put down the sweet! Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. Exterminate. What? No! Stupid sonic screwdriver. I've been… shit. I've been exterminated. Exterminated… exterminated…
I'M not even sure what the heck this is. I was waiting at play rehearsal ("Hurry up and wait!") and I got thinking about Crunchies... and Daleks... and what Daleks think all the time.
So I fear, that if I were a Dalek, this would be the story of my life. Literally.
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