doctorwhoproblems: Lamenting the lack of back-to-school sales on bow ties, fezzes and Stetsons
(inspired by gerard-way-is-god’s suggestion)
The following conversation ensued later that night:
Dad: So what’s up?
Me: Eh, nothing.
Dad: What’s wrong? Are the Marleks chasing you?
Me: Nothing’s wro- wait, the what?
Dad: The Marleks. That, that’s right, right? The Marleks? Right?
Me: …You mean the Daleks?
Dad: Daleks! Right. Yeah. That. Are the Daleks chasing you?
*Hugs for excellent effort*