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"Free of charge counselling sessions free of charge!" Says one screeching Dalek as it floats down the stairs. "Free Horoscope and palm-reading, as well. Find emotional well-being despite your frail human psyches!"

Dalek is always botherable.

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"That is extremely close-minded," Dalek doesn't quite sneer. "I only wish to help the unfortunate humanoid patrons of this establishment."

"My standards are too high?" Now her tone is sweet, sincere, and mocking. "Pray tell, what must I do to correct such an oversight?"

People are always mocking Dalek. It doesn't know why.
"They are a symptom of your emotional turmoil! You require counselling!"

"You're right, I do." She sighs, propping her head in her hands. "There's this metal monstrosity bugging the hell out of me. I know he doesn't exist in my head, but rules of the bar prohibit me from jamming dynamite amidst its circuitry. What should I do, mightly counselor?"

Dalek's completely oblivious to anybody talking about it.
"Have you considered extermination?"

"Oh, I have, but that'd require getting him outside." Also, some help. Come to think of it, Ace and Sara haven't had a chance to get into trouble together in a while...

"Have you considered chips?"

"What would chips do?"

"Do not question my logic!" It's code. For 'I don't know.' Sometimes these things just pop into Dalek's brain.

"What logic?"

"Dalek logic." It's the only logic that counts.

"....................right. I think I'm switching my primary counsel provider over to Miss Cleo."

"It's your loss, if you do."

"I'll take that risk."

"Have a nice day, then." A bit sulkily.

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