Daleks To Be Given 'A Rest' From Dr. Who
donberryman writes "Steven Moffat told the BBC 'There's a problem with the Daleks. They are the most famous of the Doctor's adversaries and the most frequent, which means they are the most reliably defeatable enemies in the universe.'" And so, 400+ encounters later, both the Doctor and the daleks will take a break from each other.
Or does this have to do with not paying rights to the guy who invented them?
Yeah, Davros has to make a living somehow.
Yeah, they should kick these bad writers with names that nobody knows like Neil Gaiman,
Of course you don't know! There's a simple explanation for that. The timey wimey folds of spacetime have done a wibbly wobbley again, that's why!
But honey, how would you feel if I rescued you from an inner city estate?
EXTERMINATE.
Well ok, how about if I hoisted you out of a killer taxi in a wedding dress?
EXTERMINATE.
Waited 2000 years by your side?
EXTERMINATE.
Flowers?
EXTERMINATE.
Of course you don't know! There's a simple explanation for that. The timey wimey folds of spacetime have done a wibbly wobbley again, that's why!
Of course you don't know! There's a simple explanation for that. The timey wimey folds of spacetime have done a wibbly wobbley again, that's Who!
FTFY
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Can you spare bitcoin for Davros?
Cost. Even galaxy conquering space monsters have accountants.
[Cut scene to a dimly lit counting house in the outer reaches of the of Sol galaxy.
Pan down to a green blobish looking fellow behind a raised desk and a Dalek gliding into the room]
Dalek: HERE IS MY REQUISITION FORM FOR DEADLOCK DOORS!
Vogon Accountant: Get stuffed! We can't afford it. The Galactic Economy is complete in stook thanks to you lot failing all the time!
Dalek: THE LOCKS ARE EFFICIENT! THE LOCKS WILL KEEP OUT THE DOCTOR ! WE WILL NOT FAIL!!!!
Vogon Accountant: I can't get money from nowhere! Can't you conquer something?! How about the Cybermen? They keep hording gold away like their lives depend on it.
Dalek: CYBERMEN ARE NOT THE PROBLEM! THE DOCTOR IS THE PROBLEM! WE WILL EXTERMINATE HIM WHEN THE DALEK RACE IS SECURE!!! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!! EX-TER-MIN-NATE!!!!!!
Vogon Accountant: Oh Hells Bells! [Accountant pushes a button on his console] Imelda, another Dalek 'client' has turned foaming mouth mental again. Bring out some of my . . . poetry. [Imelda hands him a large leatherbound tome which he unlocks] Yes, now then! Fie gorlble sond on one summer day. Tise doc! Doc doc! Tise doc!
Dalek: Naggggg! MY SENSORS ARE IMPARED!! Narrrghhh!! MY PLUNGY THING CANNOT REACH MY BRAIN!!! AAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!
[Dalek explodes. Two Vogon janitors in coveralls come by and wheel the remaining Dalek stump away.]
Vogon Accountant: Shoulda used a Sonic Screwdriver. Stupid blobby git.
Somewhere the Daleks will be a spa.... EXFOLIATE EXFOLIATE
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