“Yes, I’ve escaped your fiendish deathtrap. And now I’m going to go back in time, stand your mother on her head and piss into her womb.”

I mean, why didn’t that ever happen? “Davros, you’re a blight on the universe, so I’m nipping back fifty years and sawing your dad’s willy off with the sonic screwdriver.”

“The Daleks hate me because I shat in one.”

(Written 2003. I obviously wasn’t very well.)