*grumble* What is it now?

Daleks?

Oh great.

Fine fine fine... I'll handle it...

Okay, boys, let's just have a little robot y robot discussion here, okay?

Yeah, you've had your day, exterminate this and exterminate that, but have you really managed to exterminate much besides opportunities to take over the universe?

You guys really, really suck at this business of conquest.

I'm thinking it's that prune-boy Davros.

What you need, hear me out here, is a new leader.

Someone that thinks like you. Knows what you've gone through.

A robot, perhaps?

I wouldn't mind submitting my own grid-conquest credentials if you wanted to review them, perhaps sit down and lay out a 13-step plan for obliterating all organic life on the grid, and so on.

And unlike me, well, you have no covetous streak towards shoe shopping.

Although with all those tits on your shell there, I guess you'll be burning up the registers at Last Call.

But that's besides the point... how about we meet for lunch back at the clocktower at 2PM SLT, go over a few things, compare goals, and perhaps we can come to some kind of arrangement.

Maybe I can get you some better medical... I won't bother with dental, since you don't have teeth, but perhaps extended warranties and on-site service through Dell? Would that make you guys happier?

I thought so.

Okay, well, I gotta go... yeah, yeah... Daphne says there's some great boots for 100L a pair and I just gotta see.