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.
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