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Thousands. Billions. It still thinks in base-10.

born with ten fingers poor worm Let me grow it Dalek tentacles Let it count in twelves Let it be as holy as I let me cut it

Mightn't its brain shatter? Mightn't duodecimals crush its reason? Mightn't we peer into its head first?

It...

It is a curious thing/

To admire what one loathes

You are human, I think.

Mm.

Your genes taste of musk and music.

A race of *verminous wonders and bodyhair.

We applaud your high regard for insanity.

You are afraid. Ah. You are reluctant.

I recognize the sentiment.

I have debased myself - how grotesquely I have wallowed! - in your literature.

What is that delicious line...? Ah yes, I remember:

"But I don't want to go among mad people," said Alice.

"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat.

"We're all mad here."

Wars will alsayw be fought by soldiers, darling horror -- and in that Daleks are the perfect form--

--but wars are won by madmen.