Rex: Finally, it's time to open the Festive Bakewells from England!
K-9: No, it's past time.
Rex: For the last time: as they're decorated for Christmas consumption, the Best By date for early December made no sense. Now be a good knitted robot dog, or you won't get any crumbs.
Gray: What ho? I thought I heard the crinkling of English cellophane.
Rex: What are you doing in here? Get back on the Christmas tree!
Gray: My dear Dalek, I discovered the joys of Cherry and Trifle Bakewells during last year's trip to Yorkshire. A superior dessert in every respect, I must say. Please grant me the pleasure of helping you extract two tarts from this fine English packaging.
Gray: I say, old knitted things: I don't know if you've noticed it or not, but these tarts are past the Best By date.
K-9: See!
Rex: Here we go again.
Gray: Mmm, delightful! The outer crust is particularly fine. Ah, decided to taste the interior, what? A splendid idea, old beans.
Rex: We're not stuffed with old beans. We're stuffed with [CONTENT CENSORED BY ORDERS OF THE MISTRESS].
Gray: I assure you, I've no desire to offend. It's just an expression I picked up last year while exploring the North of England.
Rex: You know, I'm tired of hearing about how much greater your adventures were than ours. And I'm tired of your so-called English dialect. People in England don't talk like that these days!
Gray: Steady on, old knitted thing! I'm sure I've never compared my expeditions, grand as they were, with your--
Rex: Enough! K-9 and I were assigned kitchen duty for today, not you! Get out!
Gray: Good heavens! How common!
Rex: That's it! Vacate this room immediately, or I'll exterminate you.
Gray: You haven't heard the last of this! I'll have my solicitor dash off a letter to the Dalek minister in Whitehall about your attack on my soundness. He knows how many beans make five!
Rex: That's it! I gave you fair warning! Exterminate! Exterminate!! Exterminate!!!
K-9: Finally, a moment alone with my tarts. Mmm, delightful!
K-9, Rex, & Dalek the Gray
Wait a minute!!!! I was to be on kitchen duty, not Rex. Rex is this why you traded with me? I want my tart.
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