DR AMY and RORY ARE RUNNING DOWN A CORRIDOR
DR
Right excelent, eby gum, ooh chase me, I'm wacky me.
AMY STOPS AND GRABS THE DR
What the f**k are you talking about? And what are we running from?
DR
Erm apples, shops, I'm the oncoming storm.
SIT ON THE FLOOR WITH HIS HEAD IN HIS HANDS
I have no idea, it's like someone writes a load of gibberish and I have to say it.
RORY
It's the Daleks we're running from.
DR
Daleks run! Wibble bubblegum, loo roll!
RORY TURNS TO RUN
AMY
No you bloody don't Rory. They're rubbish Daleks.
PULL BACK TO REVEAL THEY ARE AT THE TOP OF A STAIR CASE A FAT NEW DALEK IS BLOCKING THE STAIRS AND UNSUCCESFULLY TRYING TO CLIMB THE STAIRS
SEVERAL DALEKS ARE QUEUING BEHIND IT
DALEK
Elevate! Elevate! You fat bastard!
AMY
And besides your dead.
RORY
No I'm not you're made out of rubber.
AMY
You're double dead!
RORY
You're pregnant with a MILF with big tits.
DR
Shut up we need to run, kiora, caprisun, Justin Beiber it's coming our worst and most deadly enemy!
AMY
Who?
JAMES CORDON AND PETER KAY WALK IN A SLITHEEEN SUIT AND BREAK WIND EXPLOSIVELY.
DR
Disapointment.