Sid and Arthur's Steampunk Adventure

Part 11

“Who are you?” asked the guard with the pickaxe handle.

“Me?” wondered Arthur.

“‘Course I meant you, I don’t speak to midgets.”

“I’m a dwarf,” fumed Sid.

“Or dwarfs,” replied the man.

Sid clenched his mouth shut and imagined kicking the man in the shins.

“Er,” erred Arthur, “we have come from Thera to fix the Inter World Transport Machine.”

“Oh,” said the fellow as he looked around near their feet, “where’s your tools?”

“Shall I just bash him?” asked Sid as he thumped his fist into his palm.

Arthur looked in disdain.

“I am not Danish, I’m Scottish!” verbalised Sid.

“Not this Dane Sid, disdain.”

The man looked betwixt Sid and Arthur.

Lizzie hit him around the head and knocked him out. “Now to escape,” she said as she grabbed up her skirt and booted the door open.

“See what I mean?” said I, “She isn’t supposed to escape so early, quick grab her Sid.”

So Sid grabbed her, twizzled his IWT and vanished.

Arthur looked a little bemused as he glanced from side to side, he hit the machine with a hammer and it began to hum. “There, fixed,” he said as two more guards came in. He also twizzled the dials on his IWT and was gone.