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| Davros, have you heard? I'm at number one! | |
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| Yes. Um, well done, I guess. | |
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| Thanks! So what's that you're working on today? | |
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| Well, this is a bottle of vodka and these are sleeping pills. | |
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| So what are you going to do? Spike the vodka supply with mind-altering drugs forcing the populace to serve you as their unholy master? | |
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| Actually, I was going to kill myself. I've got your song stuck in my head. | |
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