“You should always be prepared Sid, weren’t you a boy scout?”
“They didn’t have boy scouts 300 years ago. Anyway I’d be a dwarf scout.”
“You should still be prepared.”
“What’re you criticising me for? I’m the one helping you out. You’re the one who is so useless that he was assigned to the case just to fail.”
“Now steady on Sid, that is a bit unfair.”
“Unfair eh, is that like when a fairground packs up?”
“”What?”
“It is no longer a fair but an unfair.”
“You are joking now?”
“If I don’t I might end up bending your crown or something.”
Arthur grabbed his crown, “Oh no you don’t.”
“Oh yes I do, if you want it like a puppet theatre or a pantomime.”
“Have a double dose of Sid pills or something?”
“No, I’m just sick of you criticising me.”
Arthur thought for a second, “I am sorry Sid, it must be the stress of the mission. Of course I should have been prepared. I should have made sure I had your number before we set off.”
“That’s ok mate, stress gets to me as well.” They both gave each other a manly punch in the arm. Sid’s was a little too hard because of his exoskeleton.
“How touching,” said one of the guards to another of the guards who were looking at Sid and Arthur’s spat. “I think we can capture them now.” He shot Arthur with a stun pistol and another of the guards trapped Sid in an electro cage.
“Great,” moaned Sid as they dragged him away in his incapacitated suit, “I feel like a sardine who’s ready to be cooked.”
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Romancing the Drone
Ciencia FicciónArthur 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.
