I have a friend who is very handy, very into building vintage stuff. Cars, bikes, etc. One day he rang on some unrelated subject, I could hear he was on the motorway, I asked him where he was going.

"Oh I'm just off to get a voice box for my dalek". Like that's the most normal thing in the world.

Sure enough, next time I visited, a certain iconic malevolent alien, that fears only stairs, was sitting in the corner of the garage, happily murderously chuntering away every time he pressed the button.