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Tai Greywing, thanks for your review. I'm glad you enjoyed it. More Doctor skincare coming up! OOOOOH sugar, thanks! I'll have to sprinkle that on my cornflakes….

kayleigh Bolton: Thank you for your review. I'm glad you think it's hilarious.

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OK, beware for more randomness coz here's the next chapter!

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Harry turned to the Doctor and raised his eyebrows. "And you know address of said hacker, how?"

"I don't. In case you didn't notice, that was a blank post-it. I had to get the Dalek away for a little while so I could plot a way to get rid of it," the Doctor replied with his ever-ready grin.

"Oh, and how are you going to get rid of it?" Harry asked.

"Dunno yet," the Doctor replied, causing Harry to roll his eyes.

Jack, the aformentioned handsome man, was chatting and flirting with Remus, who had appeared out of nowhere. Jack touched Remus' arm and whispered in his ear. Remus shook him off, declaring, "I'm not that kind of guy," causing Jack's face to fall.

Jack grinned. "Well, you're a challenge, aren't you?"

Remus opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by the Dalek's dramatic entrance back into the Great Hall. The Dalek had only moved about five feet into the hall, when a hissing black cat fell out of a random light fitting and landed squarely onto the Dalek. The Dalek squeaked and tried to hide under a table but succeeded in putting a big dent in the side of its armor. It scooted out and moved it's eyepiece to look at the Doctor. "Doc-tor, you will be ex-ter-min-ated."

"Go ahead, you big rusty dustbin!" the Doctor retorted, spreading his arms out wide, so the Dalek couldn't miss him.

"Um, Doctor, are you sure that's a good idea?" Ron asked. "Once it exterminates you, then you're dead."

"Honestly Ron, don't you watch Doctor Who? If the Doctor gets exterminated, he will only regenerate into David Tennant. You see the Doctor doesn't actually die," Hermione explained, as the Dalek broke out into a chorus of 'Row Row Row, your boat,' with its own lyrics, causing the Doctor to raise his eyebrows.

"Oh, right," Ron said. He seemed to be looking at something in the doorway. "Who is that?"

Hermione turned her head and saw who Ron was looking at. "Oh that! That's just some random bimbo, who's IQ is lower than her shoe size."

The random bimbo (insert name here) sauntered over to the Dalek and touched it on its head. "Oh, what an adorable little pepperpot!" she squealed in a high pitched voice causing everyone within earshot to wince and cover their ears.

The Dalek, who's eyepiece was pointed up in the air, said, "Oooh, lint!" An IQ counter appeared over the Dalek's head and rapidly ticked down the numbers with music reminisant of 'Countdown' playing in the background. "Ex-ter-min- No! You must ex-foli-ate!" it said, pointing its eyepiece at the Doctor again. "Tell me Doctor, do you exfoliate?"

"Well, yeah, I also moisterize," the Doctor replied.

"I knew it!" Rose squealed. "I knew it! So that's why you spend ages in the bathroom on the TARDIS."

"Good, Doctor!" the Dalek said, moving towards Harry. It stopped, confused. "Why do I care about skincare or lint?" it asked.

"Because you're my best friend!" squealed the bimbo.

"I knew it!" Hermione yelled suddenly. "The Dalek has absorbed random bimbo's DNA so its IQ dropped into single figures. You poor poor Dalek!"

"Don't go there, girlfriend!" the Dalek exclaimed, wobbling its top bit and holding up its sucker to the Doctor. "You ain't all that and a bag of chips!"

"Ooookaaaay!" Harry muttered. "Does anyone else think that this Dalek has been watching too much Jerry Springer?"

TBC