Pocket Dalek and Friends: Flower

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Thursday, February 20, 2020

Seasons of the Flower

Blue: It's interesting how individual colors bloom at different times.
Rusty: Red came first, naturally.
Blue: Showoff.

Thursday, February 6, 2020

Rusty: I wasn't expecting the red Tulips to open so wide.
Blue: They remind me of Poppies.
Rusty: I wonder if they're having an identity crisis.
Blue: It can be tough to know where you belong.

Friday, May 12, 2017

An Ode To Robbert Herrick

Pocket: "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,"
Denim: "Old time is still a-flying;
Pocket: "And this same flower that smiles today
Denim: "Tomorrow will be exterminated Exterminated EXTERMINATED!!!"

Sunday, June 19, 2016

A New Battle Cry

Pocket: Geronimo! Ger-On-I-Mo!! GER-ON-I-MO!!!
Denim: What are you doing, sir?
Pocket: I'm trying out a new battle cry, Cadet.
Denim: Why, sir? What's wrong with EXTERMINATE?
Pocket: Nothing. I'm just changing things up. A true leader should never get complacent.
Denim: Yes, sir. But, sir, why "Geronimo?"
Pocket: It's this flower. It's vibrant beauty calls out and demands your attention.
Denim: Uh...Um...
Pocket: Yes, Cadet?
Denim: Sir, I don't know how to tell you this, but the flower's name is Geranium, not Geronimo.
Pocket: Well that's hardly helpful, Cadet. I can hardly go around yelling Geranium, can I?
Denim: Oh, I don't know. After all...
Pocket: Yes?
Denim: GERANIUM! GER-AN-IUM!! HALT, OR YOU WILL BE GERANIUMED!!!
Pocket: Hm. Keep working on it, Cadet. You never know. It might catch on.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

An Alien Flower IV

Denim: I never suspected the flowers would be so orange.
Pocket: Neither did I, but it is harvest time for citrus fruits.
Denim: Are you suggesting a genetic link, sir?
Pocket: No, Cadet. But if you were afraid of getting picked, you'd try to blend in too.
Autumn: Sirs, may I join you under this beautiful, living canopy?
Pocket: Provided you stay well away from the flowers.
Autumn: Why? Are they dangerous?
Pocket: You've seen that movie "Little Shop of Horrors," haven't you?
Autumn: No, sir. It sounds too scary for a young Dalek like me.
Pocket: Well, let me put it like this. If you were a plant that derived nourishment by consuming Daleks, what better way to disguise the fact than by camouflaging yourself to blend in with the season?
Autumn: Ah. On second thought, perhaps I'll stay down here.