D’ark smiled broadly, “Good, good. Now I have him in the palm of my hand he is like putty. I will soon be able to control him.”
“Not even my wife can control me!” exclaimed Arthur.
“It is a pity you were not 007 and called James, because then I could say you are struggling against your bindings, James your bonds.”
“That was not right,” said Arthur, “it should have been something like, ‘I will name your bindings after you, they shall be called James bonds’.”
“Aww,” sighed D’ark, “he is very good at this.”
“You must be careful my Colonel,” warned Spratz, “he may try to reprogram you instead.”
Landing on the roof of the CGB compound Sid scouted around for where Arthur could be. He saw what appeared to be offices with a guard at the door.
“Hang on Sid,” said I, “don’t rescue him yet, we may be able to get a few more puns out of the torture sequence.”
“So they’re torturing him now are they? And you’re letting that happen? I thought this book was going to be suitable for children and young adults.”
“They are torturing him with puns.”
“Oh. Well I suppose that is alright then if it’s only puns. I thought you would want me there though, you know, being your funniest character?”
“I thought I would see what Arthur could come up with under pressure, you know,” I hoped that Sid would not press me any further because I was still concerned about him losing his mojo.
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Romancing the Drone
Science FictionArthur 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.
