The Emperor inspects the Daleks. Must get fairly monotonous when they all look identical.

It was a larger crowd than the Emperor expected for his first performance... until he remembered that he’d threatened them all with death if they didn’t attend.

In essence, it’s just like a large lawnmower... only with deadly lasers on the ends of robotic snake arms.

The Emperor addresses the Dalek nation. Is it a call to war? Is it talk of invasion? Nope, he’s talking road planning. And I’m not joking either.

The Daleks are analysed under two snazzy red lights.

A Dalek answers back. But which one?

Spring fashion on Skaro was rather more relaxed than in previous years...

The Emperor and the Red Dalek investigate the wrecked clearing machine. Strictly for insurance purposes, you understand...

Suspect Dalaks are interrogated.
“Are you a humanised Dalek?”
“No!”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“What is your favourite colour?”
“Er... exterminate?”

One of these Daleks is not like the others...

The Skarosian Flower Show that year contained quite a few surprises... most of them deadly.

Down below there are lots of Daleks wearing flowers and acting a bit weird. The Emperor was glad he’d built his balcony extremely high.

The Emperor confronts his flower-wearing rival...

Fashion is always so impractical, he realised, especially when the pollen gets right up your plunger...

The Black Dalek is just itching to blast some pansies.

The Red Dalek watches the Daleks revolt. On the telly. He’s not brave enough to do it in person.