After the extensive and likely danger-wrought battle through the Australian postal service, this lovely little package came barreling through my mail slot with all the fury of a thousand raging Norwegians, which is surprising since neither Australia nor Canada go anywhere near Norway (they still have my lawnmower).

So the first thing to fall out of the paper war vessel was a stasis pod full of magnetized Daleks! Seventeen in all, including Davros himself! It's a good thing there's a giant Dalek on my wall to keep them in line, or I may have run into some trouble. Miniature Daleks ARE notorious for stealing keys, nail clippers, and figurines of the Doctor.

The second thing out of the transportation capsule was a smaller, reinforced battleship, with a message of foreboding on the front. Ordinarily I would say "to this day", but as it is still the same day of its arrival, that would be hardly appropriate. So, ON this day, I live in fear of the horror that is to befall me, at some unknown future date.

Upon opening the battleship's battledoors, I nearly had a heart attack when I was stared down by a terrifying dragon! The Needlefelt Dragons are known for their ferocity, even more so than their supposed cuddliness. I was tempted to address him by "Mr. Nurbles", but the fire already spewing from his crimson maw convinced me otherwise. In order to avoid vaporization, I shall call him "Stormageddon Doombringer" or some other apt title.

Thank you, S (as real names are not allowed, due to the risk of intergalactic spies), for ensuring that I live out my days in fear of tiny death.