So there I was, in Bradford, at the National Museum of Photography, Film and Television when I saw a Dalek.
Cripes I thought, I’d better be careful it looks really far away, but they can trundle quite quickly on level, perfectly smooth, ground. I’d better make a dash for it. You can see the fear in my eyes!
It was at the point above that I realised I’d been duped. It wasn’t far away at all it was just really, really tiny.
And shit.
How they plan on conquering the universe is beyond me. Short arse Skaro bastards.
I wonder if the Sontarans are aware of this latest money making scheme by the Rutans?
I’m quite surprised that they would choose to advertise this in a cab office in Nottingham, but there you go, shows what I know about advanced alien civilisations doesn’t it?
Although their ability to make jewellery must be some what inhibited by their lack of opposable thumbs and their general amorphous blob-like bodies.
I shall keep my eye on this, don’t want to end up like those light house keepers do I?
On closer inspection it would appear I’ve been a complete dumb-ass, they’re not jewellers at all! It’s all merely a cover for some shady pawnbroking operation. Tchoh! Just their sort of thing.
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