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The thing with space is that there’s such a lot of it. Space. Loads of room up there. Or down there, out there. Whatever. I’m saying you can fit a lot of things in it. It’s spacious. One of the things you can fit in it is emotion. Another is imagination. A third is Beyonce but I’ve examined the logistics carefully and there’s no way for me to kidnap her to get her to rewrite her Sasha Fierce album. I’ve taken some time out of my busy schedule of staring at clouds and done it for her. So here it is, Beyonce singing about a dalek who is in love with a human. For a certain – daleky – definition of the word ‘love’ anyway. The lyric she meant to write is below.

Stalk down as I watch my fleet take turns hitting the ground
I shoot, I find myself in love razing the Earth

And I’m soaked in your blood
And Earth was right in my path, in my grasp
And me and you belong

I wanna maim, maim, smash into you

Minds closed, what I love no one else has to know
‘Cause I know that what we have is worth armour in gold

And I’m soaked in your blood
And Earth is right in my path, in my grasp
And me and you belong

I wanna maim, maim, smash into you, smash into you

Head down, as I watch my fleet take turns hitting the ground
I shoot, I’m in love and I’m razing the Earth

And I’m soaked in your blood
And Earth is right in my path, in my grasp
And me and you belong

Oh, I wanna maim, smash into you
I’m willing to maim, smash into you
I’m willing to maim and stun, and end, and gun you,
I’m ready to maim and stun, and end, and gun, you.

And I wanna maim, maim, smash into you
I’m willing to maim, maim, smash into you

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