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There we were, Me and my Dad, hiding behind a bunch of heavy-duty shipping crates getting fired at by a squad of Daleks, guess that's what we get. Dad pulls out his Sonic Screwdriver using it on the Daleks, or trying to at least "What are you going to do with the Screwdriver?!" I yell over the laser fire "Assemble a cabinet at them?!" I yell again "Don't diss the sonic!" He screams back.
You're probably really confused, and I can't blame you, my tale is one of great wonder and weirdness. I'll start from the beginning