"Ah. I see. No chance for appeal, then?"
"THERE-IS-NO-APPEAL."
"Well, I can't deny I'm disappointed. You see, there's a history of Time Lords managing to scrape through Trials with only a minimum of fuss."
"THIS-IS-A-DALEK-COURT-OF-LAW."
"Death my Dalek gun, then?"
"NO. YOU-WILL-BE-PLACED-WITHIN-A-GIANT-BLENDER-AND-ATOMIZED-DURING-AN-OPENING-CREDITS-SEQUENCE."
"What?? None of that classic black-and-white photo-negative Dalek death we've seen so many times before?!"
"NO. WE-HAVE-A-BIGGER-BUDGET-THIS-TIME-ROUND."
"Well, then, if I must die then I must." **the sound of evil cogs turning in an evil mind** "Er, since I'm to die and everything, may I have one final request?"
"WE-ARE-THE-DALEKS! WE-ARE-THE-MASTERS-OF-THE-UNIVERSE! WE-CONQUER-AND-DESTROY!"
"Er, yes... well?"
"OF-COURSE-YOU-MAY-HAVE-A-FINAL-REQUEST."
"Thank you. I would like my remains to be returned to my home world of Gallifrey. And with your approval, I'd like my one-time friend and longtime enemy the Doctor to pick them up and deliver them."
**Daleks conferring**
"LET-ME-GET-THIS-STRAIGHT. YOU-WISH-US-TO-ALLOW-THE-DOCTOR-ACCESS-TO-THE-DALEK-CITY. THEN-YOU-WANT-US-TO-COLLECT-YOUR-REMAINS, AND-BE-ALLOWED-TO-LEAVE-OUR-PLANET-UNHARMED?"
"Yes."
"THE-DOC-TOR-IS-THE-SWORN-ENEMY-OF-THE-DALEKS!! HE-HAS-FOUGHT-AGAINST-US-FOR-CENTURIES!!"
"And?"
"OF-COURSE-HE-MAY-COLLECT-YOUR-REMAINS-AND-BE-ALLOWED-TO-LEAVE-SKARO."
**evil smile**
"Oh thanks. Now, if I could just make a quick call?"
"THE-PHONE'S-ON-THE-TABLE. DIAL-9-FIRST."
**picking up phone, dialing... and a final evil laugh**
"Mwah... mwah-ha-ha... mwah-ha-ha-ha-HA-HA-HAAAAAAAA-- er, um, hello Doctor."
