Pocket: I wish Master would make a spoon rest for us.
Denim: But then people wouldn't know whether to admire us or the spoons.
Pocket: You're right. Spoon appreciation should never come before Dalek Admiration.
Tuesday, January 5, 2016
The Spoon Dilemma
Pocket: I wish Master would make a spoon rest for us.
Denim: But then people wouldn't know whether to admire us or the spoons.
Pocket: You're right. Spoon appreciation should never come before Dalek Admiration.
Monday, January 4, 2016
The Vicious Circle
Pocket: I could never relax on this wreath.
Why, I'd be on pins and needles the entire time!
Sunday, January 3, 2016
An Alien Flower
Denim: What's this flower called again?
Pocket: It's called an Amaryllis.
Denim: It was all crumpled into a ball when we planted it last night.
Pocket: Like a Dalek, it responds well to a home environment.
Denim: It still reminds me of the alien creatures in "Prometheus."
Pocket: Let's hope it doesn't develop into a face-hugger then.
Denim: Alert! Face-Hugger Transformation Imminent! Alert! ALERT!
Pocket: Relax, cadet. I was just saying it's a possibility, that's all.
Denim: I shall remain vigilant then, sir.
Pocket: Most commendable, cadet. You never want an alien to unexpectedly hug your face.
Denim: Or your dome.
Pocket: Quite.
Saturday, January 2, 2016
On Bon Jovi & Arson
Pocket: I can't wait 'til Master opens his new album. I want to hear some good ole rock'n roll!
Denim: I'm still not sure we should have bought it, sir. I mean, the title, Burning Bridges? It sounds socially irresponsible.
Pocket: I have it on the best authority that no bridges were purposely incinerated during the recording sessions.
Denim: So you're saying that any fires that erupted were accidents?
Pocket: Of course, cadet. Bon Jovi simply couldn't help it. Hey, when you're hot, you're hot.
Friday, January 1, 2016
Exterminating the Mashed Potatoes
Pocket: Ham, stuffing, vegetables... What more could one desire to celebrate a new year?
Denim: How about mashed potatoes and gravy, sir?
Pocket: Bring 'em on, Cadet. I can exterminate, Exterminate, EXTERMINATE 'em!
Denim: Could we please hurry, sir? We're missing the Rose Parade.
Pocket: Sorry. Come on, we'll get back to the floats.
Denim: And don't forget the marching bands.
Pocket: Personally, I like all those horses. And the Human females dancing in their pretty ethnic attire. And--
Denim: Sir!?!
Pocket: Sorry. Just getting carried away by all this good food, I guess.
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