“You’re not still worried about my mojo are you,” he inquired.
“I think I’ll cut back to the torture sequence now.”
All three of them were laughing loudly.
“What did I miss?” I asked.
“Oh, you had to be here,” chuckled Arthur.
“any good puns?” inquired I.
“No, just a solid bit of visual humour,” replied Arthur.
“Well carry on,” I said, “I want to get this bit finished.”
“Didn’t he use that joke earlier on?” wondered Arthur, “If he isn’t careful he will bore people.”
“Do you think he will know we were only pretending to laugh,” whispered D’ark.
“Well he knows now,” wibbled Arthur, “whispers are as loud as shouts when you write them.”
“Oh, well never mind, let’s get on with the torture.”
“Don’t you mean pun battle?”
“No I think I’ll torture you now for real. I’ll use the Iron Maiden.”
“Do you mean the pop group?”
“No, the spiked female shaped box stupid,” D’ark glanced at Spratz. “Have her brought up Spratz.”
Spratz left the room.
“Sid,” called I.
“What? Can I rescue him now or what?”
“I think you had better, they are really going to torture him.”
“Maybe I’ll let them do it.”
“Siiid!”
“Just a little?”
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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.
