A Problem with a Shoe

Supreme: "Hey, you there, crossing the street! Come back! I need you to investigate my clog immediately!"

You know, this job is really cutting into my Exterminating time. If only the shop owner would let me threaten passersby. Silly human: he doesn't think threatening people with Extermination is good for business. Ah well, perhaps a new approach is called for.

Hm, let's see. How about this?

There once was a Dalek 

Who lived in a shoe,

He made fewer sales, 

Than a cow says moo.

So he modulated his broadcast frequencies 
And soothed his customers asleep,

He took their money, exchanged their shoes, 

Then away he did NOT creep!
Instead, he flew off on a sunny holiday,
Exterminating, Exterminating, Exterminating away,
So be wary of a Dalek,
When he wants to play!

Yes, that might Exterminate customer apathy.

The Black Friday Exterminations

Denim: We have to sort through all these advertisements before sunrise?
Pocket: And list the best deals at each store.
Denim: Shouldn't we be discouraging such crass commercialism?
Pocket: No, we need to focus Master and Mistress on the joys of giving.
Denim: The joys of giving, sir?
Pocket: Affirmative, cadet. It's a Human thing.
Denim: Spending money they don't need to?
Pocket: Hey, it gets them out of the house.
Denim: Why is that important?
Pocket: So we can help them clean out the fridge.
Denim: But sir, I'm exhausted by all the meal preparation and kitchen cleaning yesterday.
Pocket: As you wish. You just relax. I'll tackle the leftovers on my own. 
Denim: You know, sir, you can be truly evil when you wish.
Pocket: Thank you, Cadet. That means a lot.

Thanksgiving Brutality

Denim: Sir, are you sure we can handle this turkey?
Pocket: We'll strip it of its skin, and pare it down to the bones.
Denim: It sounds like quite a demolition job. I wonder if I'm up to it.
Pocket: Yes, I have been rather soft on you lately.
Denim: Couldn't we just blast it into nonexistence.
Pocket: What? And not revel in the carnage?
Denim: You're right, sir. Everyone needs a good hack-and-slash battle now and then.
Pocket: Think of it as utterly conquering your enemy, Cadet.
Denim: That would definitely give me something to be thankful for.

Dalek Get Lost

K-9: Scanning. No heat or power emissions located. I can't detect him anywhere.

Rex, come back! How do you expect me to cross this stream on this spindly log? You think I'm as agile as the Doctor? 

Somehow, he's cloaked himself. My scanner is useless. Where'd he go? 

Geez Louise, Dalek Disease! I'm at the end of my leash with that so-called travel buddy of mine!

You'd think, after all this time, he wouldn't take a comment like "Get Lost" literally!

Feeling Lost

Rex: Do you ever feel lost?
K-9: Correction: we are not lost.
Rex: As if you just don't fit in anywhere.
K-9: Specification: Exact location has been determined.
Rex: You feel like a stranger, and life seems without purpose.
K-9: Query: How can you feel purposeless?
Rex: Even a Dalek can grow to see the futility of an unending series of Exterminations. Exterminations! EXTERMINATIONS!!!
K-9: Analysis: I detect a change of mood.
Rex: Thanks for helping me find my way back.
K-9: Repetition: We were never lost.
Rex: Quiet, or I'll Exterminate you.
K-9: Yeah, right. You can try.