|And afternoons are half-price at the council swimming baths|
“We-are-still-a-bit-kna-ckered,” commented one Dalek after resting his eyestalk for a few hours, “But-to-night-we-are-hav-ing-O-val-tine. We-will-have-a-bloo-dy-good-kip.”
“I-am-go-ing-to-ta-ckle-the-weeds-af-ter-lunch,” it added. “They-will-be-ex-ter-min-a-ted.”
Some Daleks feel this is a bit energetic, however, and have formed a faction which urges staying in and watching Jeremy Kyle and repeats of Antiques Roadshow.
“Take-it-ea-sy, Ke-vin,” they urged the leader of the gardening Daleks. “You-will-do-your-ca-sing-an-in-ju-ry.”
The interview was interrupted, however, by the groaning and wheezing arrival of the TARDIS.
“It-is-the-Doc-tor,” said Dalek Kevin. “We-asked-the-poor-bu-gger-o-ver-for-tea. He-is-gett-ing-a-bit-crea-ky-too.”