Great Dalek Balls of Fury

Stan the Cyberman: See, I told you I heard Master & Mistress return.
Lee the Cyberguy: I wonder what they brought back from their workout this morning?

Lee: Ah, how nice of Master & Mistress to bring me breakfast!
Stan: Uh, don't you think they intended...I mean, shouldn't we at least share it?
Lee: Are you kidding me? We can't waste time carefully dividing a prime cinnamon roll like this into pieces! You know what they say, to the early alien belongs the tasty treats!
Stan: I don't think I've ever actually heard anyone say that.
Lee: Show some loyalty to your species! We Cyberfolk have to stick together, and grab anything we can get, before those Daleks discover these donuts and claim them. So like I said, I'll take this one, and you can have whatever else is in the bag. 

Stan: I guess Lee was right. I do deserve to eat this entire maple-covered cinnamon roll. I hope Master & Mistress don't mind if I borrow a knife and fork.

Denim: Look sir, a donut bag! Shall we see what's inside?
Pocket: Just be careful. My sensors indicate the Cybermen have been here recently. Who knows what traps they may have laid for us.

Denim: Look sir, donut holes! One for each of us!
Pocket: By Davros' gnarled fingers, now I'm angry!
Denim: I don't understand. What's wrong, sir?
Pocket: Look at the size of that bag! Follow me, Private. It's time to EXTERMINATE THE CYBERMEN! EXTERMINATE THE CYBERMEN!! EXTERMINATE THE CYBERMEN!!!
Denim: Yippee!
Pocket: Private, you will not say Yippee again!
Denim: Yes sir. Sorry sir.

Spider-Pillows & Kindred Spirits

Somedays I don't know which way to turn.

But when I look, I usually find others who can help and advise me.

What a joy to identify kindred spirits. 

Especially when they're soft and cuddly.

Spider-Dalek
(Not A Pillow)

Gold's First Outing

Gold: I don't get it. Where's the menu?
Blue: Trust Master & Mistress. They know what's best here. 
Gold: But this is my first outing. I want to see a menu!

Gold: Salad? I don't get it. Master & Mistress never eat salad at home. 
Blue: You've heard Master play the piano. Think of the salad as the first movement in a great symphony.
Gold: Uh...okay. But I want more cheese on my half!

Gold: I don't get it. This pasta looks weird.
Blue: That's because they're serving it with chili and cheese instead of spaghetti sauce. Excuse me, Mr. Waiter. Hey, Mr. Waiter! A little service please? My master needs his soda topped up. And make it snappy, or I'll exterminate you! 

Gold: I don't get it. Master & Mistress wanted this? That cake's melting. Its innards are oozing onto the plate.
Blue: That's not melting cake innards. That's hot fudge. And it's delicious, trust me.
Gold: Hot fudge?
Blue: That's right. Chocolate cake, strawberry ice cream, more chocolate cake, whipped cream, a cherry, and a gallon...well, a lot of warm, rich, hot fudge!

Blue: So, do you get why Master & Mistress like coming here so much?
Gold: Yes, I think I comprehend the reason for the twinkle in their eyes.
Blue: I think I see a little sparkle in your optical receptor.
Gold: No, it's the orange-tinged glare of the setting sun.
Blue: And I suppose all those groans and moans I heard during dinner meant nothing?
Gold: Oh, that was just my systems carrying out a little routine maintenance. Nothing at all to do with dinner. 

Daleks Love Salvation Army Lassies

Pocket: Look what a lady from Salvation Army dropped off yesterday.
Denim: A gift? Why would the Salvation Army give us a gift?
Pocket: Who doesn't love Daleks?
Denim: Good point, sir.

Denim: It's a Thank You card!
Pocket: Yes, Master & Mistress contribute to Salvation Army.
Denim: So, I guess it's not a gift for us, then?
Pocket: Well, Master just left it on the table, and as he and Mistress are sleeping in this morning...

Denim: Look sir, a sealed message. Could it be invasion plans?
Pocket: It's possible. In the interests of household security, we'd better open the message and read it.

Denim: Wow! Who knew the Salvation Army girls, or "Lassies", crawled through minefields to deliver food, medicine, and donuts to the troops in World War I?
Pocket: Who knew there was a National Donut Day?
Denim: It certainly is a day for surprises.
Pocket: Is that all the lady from Salvation Army dropped off?
Denim: I think I saw something else in the bag.

Pocket: I see the Salvation Army Ladies still brave the war fields of Earth to deliver donuts to the needy. I'll agree to a Cease Fire if I know they're bringing us donuts.
Denim: Maybe we should give them a little money from our allowance each year, to make sure they bring us donuts too.
Pocket: Maybe we should donate money even if they don't give us donuts, as they help EXTERMINATE POVERTY AND HUNGER!!!
Denim: These donuts would help exterminate my hunger this morning. You don't suppose...
Pocket: Like I said, Master just set the bag down. I don't think he looked inside.
Denim: EXTERMINATE GLAZED DONUTS! EXTERMINATE GLAZED DONUTS!
Pocket: I love it when Master & Mistress sleep in.

Capturing The Inner Hulk

Hulk: How's it going?
Artist: Just putting on the finishing touches.
Hulk: Can I look now? Can I? Can I?
Artist: Yes...all right.

Artist: Well, what do you think?
Hulk: Oh my. So much anger. So much rage. So much pent-up violence!

Artist: Then you like it?
Hulk: It's incredible! How did you manage to so fully capture the inner me?
Artist: It's a gift. Now come on, let's exterminate a few sodas. I'm buying.
Hulk: Are you kidding? After your masterful portrait, I'm buying!