Author's Note: I have not written a DW one-shot in... DAYS! So, I overcame writer's block with this thing. It started as an idea, but I couldn't FULLY develop it. Hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. Here, it's pretty hard to even get a sonic screwdriver (Real sonic-ness or otherwise). Reviews are loved so much, my dog licks the screen. So, review please!
Things Not Allowed.
"I think. We should. All. Look. Different. As a device. For. Telling. Each other. Apart," stated the Cyberman. No, he chose the human name "Liam" to distinct himself from the others. Liam thought his idea was a good one. His deletion of his new body was not regretted.
"MAY-BE," a dalek said, thinking aloud, "the HU-MANS should be given a CHAN-CE. We could ask for COLLABORATION. They don't seem so BA-D." A moment later, when every single other dalek which heard the statement shouted simultaneously, "EX-TER-MIN-ATE!" it didn't come as a surprise.
"Why did you slap me?" the Doctor asked. "I just said that maybe we should settle down. I can live in a proper house! With actual human…stuff! Traveling really takes a lot out of you; I wonder why I ever started anyway." Can you guess why he was slapped a second time?
A Silent reflected on the meaning of his "special gifts." He wondered the point of forcing humans to do whatever he wanted. "If we do things for ourselves, won't the success be sweeter? Why bother with commanding humans?" His last words from his nonexistent mouth, as he was soon blown to bits.
Some things are not allowed. Ever.