How Many Words Is A Picture Worth?

Pocket: Okay, commence the test.
Denim: Aesthetic. Alluring. Amazing. Angelic. 
Pocket: Great start. Keep on going.
Denim: Appealing. Ah...Astonishing. Astounding. Attractive. Awesome.  
Pocket: Doing well so far.
Denim: Beautiful. Bewitch--
Pocket: Halt! Stick with the A's for now.
Denim: But sir, I've run out!
Pocket: I want at least thirty more beginning with the letter A before we move on to B.
Denim: Sir, are you sure a picture is literally worth 1,000 words?
Pocket: That's what we're attempting to ascertain. Continue, Cadet.
Denim: Alright-e-o, sir.
Pocket: Excuse me?
Denim: I mean, absolutely sir.
Pocket: Now you're just being flippant...

The Ravenous Ravager

Pocket: So, are you glad you saved that extra slice for later, Cadet?
Denim: I'm so hungry now, I'll probably ingest it so quickly I won't appreciate the flavor.
Pocket: You mean you're hungry like a wolf?
Denim: Sir, I'm so ravenous, my roundels are sprouting lupine hair!

Forlorn Food

Denim: That extra slice is calling out to me, sir.
Pocket: If you eat it now, you won't be able to enjoy it later, Cadet.
Denim: But it seems so forlorn!

In the Presence of Greatness

Pocket: Outer casing damaged, a missing optical receptor, but still doing your duty? 

When I grow up, I want to be just like you!

The Invisible Enemy

Pocket: Alert! Alert! 
The Doctor has learned the secret of invisibility! 
The enemy of the Dalek race can not be detected! 
Exterminate all shadows!! 
EXTERMINATE ALL SHADOWS!!!

Beauty is in The Eye of the Beholder

Denim: It's what's on the inside that counts, right?

A Familiar Sight

Pocket: Phone Home! Phone Home!! Pocket Must Phone Home!!!

Heads In The Clouds

Denim: Such barrenness! Such desolation! What a beautiful wasteland you've discovered, sir.
Pocket: You truly belong with the Dalek race, Cadet, up among the clouds.

The Measure of One's Worth

Pocket: Maui's stark sunlight reminds one of one's inimitable greatness.
Denim: How so, sir?
Pocket: We cast long shadows, do we not?

Donuts On A Stick

Denim: Donuts on a stick?
Pocket: I prefer the term Shish-ke-nuts.
Denim: Not bad. Do you think it will catch on?
Pocket: If the stick is sharp enough.

Too Much Goodness

Denim: If you want to start on the beans and rice, I'll dig into the chimichanga.
Pocket: My senses are reeling. There's just too much goodness!

It's All Cool

Pocket: After that hot salsa, we'll need something to cool ourselves down.
Denim: Luckily, refreshment is always nearby.

Hula Heat

Pocket: Now they're putting pineapple in salsa? That's insane!
Denim: No, it's Hawaii.

The Death of Hope: Part 2

Artist: You matter to me.
Blue: I know. But feeling like I was actually mattered to Gunmetal and Sapphire would have been nice too.
Artist: I guess no matter whether you're born a Dalek, or how hard you try to please them, some people will always see you as a Cyberman.
Blue: Whatever. It'll be nice to return home, and see my friends again. I'm just not sure what details of our trip I should relate to Pocket and Denim. 
Artist: Just tell them you enjoyed your trip, and thank them for sending us.
Blue: But that's not completely true.
Artist: Perhaps not. But in family situations, it's often best to smile quietly, than speak the truth that's in your heart.
Blue: Not a lot of other species realize that Daleks have hearts.
Artist: Yes, but then few species are as perceptive as Daleks.