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bktheirregular) wrote2007-10-07 10:27 am
bktheirregular) wrote2007-10-07 10:27 am
Cracked snippet of Doctor Who silliness (no spoilers)
The sort of things one's mind coughs up when doing free-association.
Scene: An absolutely flat slab of ground, with nothing to be seen for a mile in any direction except a row of Daleks, a stereotypical Army drill sergeant, and way off in the distance, the Doctor and his Companion watching the proceedings with binoculars and a parabolic microphone.
Sergeant: What a sorry bunch of tin cans! I seen better cans in the dumpster outside the Banshee Pub the morning after Superbowl Sunday! I am disappointed! You - where you from, Private?
Dalek: I am a Da-lek. All Da-leks ori-gi-nate on the pla-net Ska-ro.
Sergeant: I'm sorry? Did you say something? You're going to have to speak up, Private, because I didn't hear a word of that!
Dalek: Sir, I am a Da-lek. All Da-leks ori-gi-nate on the pla-net Ska-ro, sir.
Sergeant: Skaro, huh? I only ever known two kinds of cans ever to come out of Skaro, soup cans and beer cans! So which kind of can are you, Private? You got a name, Private?
Dalek: Sir, Da-leks do not have names, sir.
Sergeant: Well, from now on, until I say different, you are Private Da-lek Schlitz!
Companion (in a hissing whisper): How did that ... person get put in charge of training Daleks?
Doctor (calmly): I suspect he lied about his age...
Scene: An absolutely flat slab of ground, with nothing to be seen for a mile in any direction except a row of Daleks, a stereotypical Army drill sergeant, and way off in the distance, the Doctor and his Companion watching the proceedings with binoculars and a parabolic microphone.
Sergeant: What a sorry bunch of tin cans! I seen better cans in the dumpster outside the Banshee Pub the morning after Superbowl Sunday! I am disappointed! You - where you from, Private?
Dalek: I am a Da-lek. All Da-leks ori-gi-nate on the pla-net Ska-ro.
Sergeant: I'm sorry? Did you say something? You're going to have to speak up, Private, because I didn't hear a word of that!
Dalek: Sir, I am a Da-lek. All Da-leks ori-gi-nate on the pla-net Ska-ro, sir.
Sergeant: Skaro, huh? I only ever known two kinds of cans ever to come out of Skaro, soup cans and beer cans! So which kind of can are you, Private? You got a name, Private?
Dalek: Sir, Da-leks do not have names, sir.
Sergeant: Well, from now on, until I say different, you are Private Da-lek Schlitz!
Companion (in a hissing whisper): How did that ... person get put in charge of training Daleks?
Doctor (calmly): I suspect he lied about his age...
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