Dalek Drel and the Couch of Doom
Dalek Drel had a problem.
Not the usual Dalek problems (rust, cosmic conquest schedules, or forgetting where he parked his flying saucer). No—this was far worse.
Dalek Drel had feelings.
Specifically, feelings of inferiority.
While the other Daleks stomped about shouting “EXTERMINATE!” with confidence and flair, Drel’s came out all wrong.
Sometimes it was squeaky:
“Extermi…squeak…nate?”
Sometimes it was mumbly:
“Exter…innit…”
And once, to his eternal shame, it came out as a cheery:
“Extermin-hiiiii!”
The Supreme Dalek mocked him mercilessly.
“You sound like a toaster with asthma,” it declared.
So Drel decided to do the unthinkable. He booked an appointment with Dr. Harold Cuddlepuff, Ballykillduff’s one and only psychiatrist (who had never treated a homicidal pepperpot before, but was willing to give it a go).
Session One
Drel trundled into the office, crushing a potted plant.
“DOCTOR. I… HAVE ISSUES.”
Dr. Cuddlepuff adjusted his spectacles. “Tell me about your mother.”
“I… DO NOT HAVE A MOTHER. I HATCHED IN A VAT. OF HATE.”
“Hmm. And how did that make you feel?”
“INFERIOR. EVERYONE ELSE GOT MORE HATE. I GOT THE BUDGET HATE.”
The doctor scribbled a note: Dalek perceives emotional deficit. Possible childhood trauma involving inadequate loathing.
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