Phil gathered the Cartoncasters to his bedside. It was his time - the mercury fumes, you understand - and soon he would be gone. But instead of shuffling off to wherever it is he goes, he instead shifted before their eyes, metamorphizing into a brand new Phil. This one wore some atrocious plaid slacks, sure, and his recorder-playing wasn’t up to its usual stuff, but it was clearly the same guy, otherwise how could he rant about Dr. Who so well?
Daleks are Nazis: they only understand power and they hate you
I’m not even going to bother linking to Dylan Moran’s stand-up because Phil nailed it.