Spratz gave him that one and shrugged slightly, “Much better Sir.”
Arthur groaned slightly. D’ark looked at him, “It seems to be having an effect.”
“No it isn’t,” said Arthur, “I think I ate something funny for my tea. My belly feels a little upset.”
“A little upset, that’s what you will be after our pun battle,” he smiled because he had made a joke.
Spratz shook his head, he didn’t know how long he himself would be able to stand such terrible jokes and puns. He might have to excuse himself.
“Say something else Arthur, I think I am getting the hang of this,” said D’ark.
“Why couldn’t you just torture me with a piece of flex or a few punches?” pleaded Arthur.
“Because I thought I would torture you with a few punch lines instead.”
“Urgh,” groaned Arthur again, “I thought the jokes would at least be about classic forms of torture.”
“You mean like when your wife is being burned at the stake and the crowd are jeering ‘torch her’.”
Arthur shook his head amazed at D’ark’s rubbish puns, “I would rather take a beating than listen to you bleating.”
“Quick, quick, quick,” quicked D’ark, “another pun,” he thought hard before he came up with, “Ewe must stop asking for a beating Arthur.”
“Eh?” ehed Arthur , stunned by an unexpected pun.
“EWE,” spelled D’ark.
“Aargh,” grimaced Arthur.
“I think you are having an effect,” observed Spratz, “he sounds like a pirate now.”
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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.
