“You may not know me I am Colonel Vladimir D’ark.”
“Related to my first nemesis eh?”
“Nemesis?” Wondered D’ark as he looked at Spratz for clarification of the term.
“The goddess of retribution, an exact equal but opposite opponent.”
“Ah, very good, so he thinks I am as witty and intelligent as he is.”
“Not you numbskull,” insulted Arthur, “your namesake Lord D’ark from the fantasy dimension.”
“Shall I just torture him for fun Spratz?” Suggested D’ark.
“It’s not up to me, but you did say you wanted to out pun him. To pun-ish him so to speak.”
“So I did,” D’ark looked at Arthur, “now then Britannic spy, we know why you are here and how you got here.”
“Well if you know all that old chap then what do you want with me?” replied Arthur
“To torture you with puns.”
“Go on then.”
“What?”
“Pun away.”
D’ark thought for a moment, “Give me something to pun about.”
“You are the one doing the torturing, it is up to you to start.”
D’ark looked at Spratz, “I’ve never done a pun battle before Spratz, how do I start?”
“Make him say something then make a pun based on one of the words.”
“Oh, right, what is your name Arthur Pendragon?”
“Arthur Pendragon.”
“Ha, your surname sounds like a dragon with a pen.” He looked at Spratz smiling.
“That’s not really a pun Sir, more like an observation.”
“Oh. I know you are very good at this Pundragon.” He again looked at Spratz lifting his eyebrows a few times.
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Romancing the Drone
Fiksi IlmiahArthur is now working for British Intelligence in the romance dimension. A foreign power has captured a cutting edge surveillance drone and he must recover it. Of course things would be easier if it didn't have a mind of its own.
