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Showing posts with label Davros. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Davros. Show all posts
Monday, December 21, 2015
The Season of Giving: Day 21
Christmas: As the newest addition to our household, we don't know you too well yet. But with a name like Imperial, I thought you might enjoy this minty Candy Cane Roca.
Davros: I warn you, Imperial, do not be beguiled by these other Daleks. The giving and accepting of gifts is a uniquely Human weakness.
Imperial: Oh, I don't think these can be all that harmful sir. My Olfactory sensors detect chocolate minty delight, and these festive wrappings are really getting me in the holiday spirit.
Davros: I order you not to accept this gift! I am your maker, and you will obey me!!
Christmas: Shall we put him back in cryogenic sleep for another few centuries?
Imperial: He does sound awful cranky, doesn't he?
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Davros Versus Terry Nation
Davros: Daleks: what are you doing?
Rex: Preparations underway to light candle, Supreme Leader.
Davros: This room possesses adequate lighting. Candle illumination is unnecessary.
Red: Today is the birthday of the creator. We must honor him.
Davros: I am your creator!
Rex: With respect, Supreme Leader, you merely accelerated our rate of mutation, and developed our travel machines. You are not the Creator.
Davros: I forbid you to believe in this Myth of a Creator. You will not light that candle!
No, stop that! I forbid you to sing!
Rex & Red:
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday, Terry Nation,
Happy Birthday to you!"
Davros: This ceremony is illogical. It defies science and reason! You will erase this belief from your data banks, and desist from such following such ancient and senseless customs!
Davros: What? For me? My own slice of the birthday donut?
Perhaps some customs and beliefs should be upheld. Rather than catering to weak emotions, they remind us of our glorious heritage, and what wonderful beings we are. Very well, I salute you, Terry Nation. Perhaps you really did create me: great, glorious, and magnificent me!
After all, could a superior being of my vast intellect and extraordinary good looks have come into being by random chance? I think not!
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