Time Traveling with a Mad Man

Currently bored

So now I am at Rose's apartment. She lives with her 'mum'. I mean I never heard  the word  'Mom' pronounced that way but maybe that is me, and that the two women didn't really understand a  word I said babbling about science fiction movies.Because the next that I knew I was on the couch holding a old, aged science fiction comic book.

"She sounds alien." Rose's mom is named Jackie. Like Jackie Chan, except she doesn't come from where Jackie Chan does.  "Too alien."

"Mum, she's not an alien." Rose assured Jackie.

I was really engrossed into this comic book that seemed like it had countless pages.

"Rose, can't you hear her accent?" Jackie asks.  "It sounds like she has trouble with her 'r's."

That I do have problems with. I was in a Speech class awhile back in Marshal Elementary for a few grades.

"Then she must be Irish." Rose said.

I smile shaking my head from their really sad debate about my terrible pronunciation. I do come from America where I've been growing up in for the past 10 years. Suddenly  my surroundings change from the simple boring room to an outrageously white scenery that turns into a a strange light gray tint with those Darleks flying away from me. I was basically holding that comicbook holding myself together in this strange turn of events.

"Retreat!" The Darleks shriek.

"You want to be given a treat that reads?" I ask, dumb founded.

"Organisim is speaking!" The Darleks shriek, again. "Intruder has spoken! Intruder has spoken! Intruder has spoken--"

I randomly decided to tackle one of them. Oh boy that was fun.  Then I took out the plumber toilet thing and shoved it into the Darlek's metal plating mound. I get up just laughing what I had done out in the middle of a chaotic and normally scary situation. The huge mound that was part of the garbage like part had been deflated.

"Intruder has killed a Dalek!" The Darlek cries.

"So is that what you're actually called?" I ask, confused.

"We are the Daleks!" Okay I should call them the Daleks, not the Darleks. "And you are a intruder! You must be exterminated."

I stared at the surrounding Daleks.

"...Hey, I see a problem with your 'exterminate'." I said, using my fingers as parentheses. "I ain't a rodent!"

"You are not a rodent." The Daleks said.

"You just said I was." I told them.

"No, we didn't!" The entire crowd of Daleks loudly insist.

"Exterminate is mostly associated to killing rats and bugs." I said. "If you're gonna kill me...add this to your dictionary: Decimate."

"Decimate!" The huge crowd of Daleks holler at once.

For some reason that doesn't sound really terrifying. With all the courage that I could muster I decided to jump on their heads and use them as my escape route. While I hop from head to head my eyes glance every once in a while down to the bracelet that was pinching into my skin. For some reason it didn't hurt me at the slightest. Maybe it did hurt a bit and I was merely very determined not to show that it did.

Eventually I was skating down the hallway on a much bigger Dalek on its back as a skate board.

"Ex-term-in-ate!" The Dalek shreiks. 

"De-cim-in-ate!" I holler. "The Sim in eight! You are yelling X is the term in eight!"

"Interuder must be exterminated!" The Dalek criers out.