buttocks, for reasons known
only to the holy
Pontificates of the Demigod
. Dr Barnabus reacted by
Turning the light off
in the empty crypt
and waiting, waiting for…
what seemed forever, but
was actually thirty years
, until the ressurection of
someone who could spell. 
This sesquipedalophobic glottologist announced, “
"Klaatu Barada Nic…Nectar…
Nicotine would no longer
calm crazed daleks down
, so sadly, they turned
Their backs on the
resurrectionistic Daleks, and fired
suppository torpedoes right up
the ol’ brown road