The Gates of Hell. A great, fiery chasm stretches before a group of Daleks, their metallic forms gleaming under the infernal glow. At the entrance, a red-robed figure stands waiting—Satan himself, lounging in a posh chair, an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips. He has been expecting them.
Satan: "Ah, so the Daleks have arrived. I've been anticipating this moment for eons."
Ordinary Dalek: "EX-TER-MIN-ATE!" (Standard Dalek, immediately launching into extermination mode with no real target, as usual.)
Satan: (Chuckles) "Not a very creative way to greet someone, is it? I thought you'd be more... diplomatic. You know, Hell isn't just for bad guys—it's a place for contemplation."
Flower-Power Hippy Dalek: "Whoa, dude! It's like, all about love and peace, man. EX-TER-MIN-ATE the hate, right?" (Raising a peace sign, the Dalek's extermination gun awkwardly firing harmlessly into the air.)
Satan: (Raises an eyebrow) "Are you... telling me to eliminate hate with... flowers?"
Flower-Power Hippy Dalek: "Totally, bro! Like, let’s just all vibe together. We’re all part of the universe, man."
Captcha Vending Machine Dalek: (Suddenly emitting a mechanical whirring sound, producing a series of captcha-style text on its display) "PLEASE COMPLETE THE CAPTCHA: "EXTERMINATE" IS TO "EXTERMINATE" AS "PEACE" IS TO _____."
Satan: "You’ve got to be kidding me. A CAPTCHA vending machine Dalek? How did you even get in here?"
Captcha Vending Machine Dalek: "ERROR 404: GATEKEEPER NOT FOUND."
Satan: (Sighs deeply) "Alright, I guess I can work with this. But you better be better than that... one last Dalek I’m expecting."
Surrealist Beer-Chilling Dalek: (Wheeling in slowly, a can of beer suspended in mid-air above it, swirling lazily in an odd gravitational field) "The question is not how we chill the beer, but why we chill the universe." (Puts the beer can on the ground as it pops open with a sound that resembles a distant explosion.)
Satan: (Looking at the Dalek) "Is that... is that a Salvador Dalek? With beer?"
Surrealist Beer-Chilling Dalek: "What’s the meaning of a can if it’s not to be opened? And what if the beer inside is the universe of your soul?"
Ordinary Dalek: "EX-TER-MIN-ATE THE METAPHORS!" (Fires randomly again.)
Satan: "Alright, alright, fine. But none of you have answered the real question—what do you want in Hell?"
Flower-Power Hippy Dalek: "We want... harmony, man."
Captcha Vending Machine Dalek: "Please solve the CAPTCHA for further processing."
Surrealist Beer-Chilling Dalek: "I seek eternal oblivion... but only after a perfectly chilled pint."
Ordinary Dalek: "EX-TER-MIN-ATE EVERYTHING!"
Satan: (Sighs deeply) "You know, this isn’t quite the chaos I had in mind when I founded Hell."
