Weird joykill felt nausious. How this blasted thing could keep from puking while spinning like that was beyond his understanding.
Grabbing hold of the nub of the eyestalk with both hands, the sound of ceramic plates and PVC rubber screetching against unknown golden metal was horrible.
"Stop that, you perverted little fuck! I'm gonna fucking puke!" He shouted, banging his legs against the housing angrily.
"Aert! Alert! Primary target survives! Exterminate! Exterminte!" Retorted his "noble steed".
"They're dead dave. They're all dead dave, every body's dead, every body's dead dave!" Weird shouted straight down at the metal dome, as angrily, and loudly as he could.
"Impossible! Daleks cannot be destroyed by primitive weapons of this dimension!"
"Listen you misbegotten trash compactor, do you hear anyone else but me?"
The dalek stopped spinning and shrieking for a full 30 seconds.
"Impossible!" It shouted. 'Impossible!"
"Oh, I assure you it is quite possible you glorified garbage can, YOU shot them while I was beating on your head!"
"Impossible! 300 daleks were assigned this patrol! This unit has only fired 50 shots! Mission counter confirms!"
"Oh, but you underestimate ME you giant dildo, I can revive the dead! I used the daleks YOU killed, to kill the others!"
"Impossible! No such power exists!"
"Then tell me, where are your friends?"
"Impossible! Impossible!!"
The shrieking was frantic now.
"Activate self destruct!"
Jumping off and taking cover, weird joykill narrowly escaped the resulting explosion, and was once again very, very thankful to have his armor on.