Sketti had been eating heartily, enjoying the food for what it was. Food. Not as well cooked as it would have been in a Dwarfhold, but it was fine nonetheless. He bit down on more than his share of chicken, potatoes, and beans. His mug of Ale had been refilled 6 times (he was feeling a wee bit under the weather so he was cutting back), and would have been refilled a 7th if it wasn't for what happened next. 

The manling Lord bursting into the room was one thing. Sketti hardly looked up when he did so, but the ever familiar sound of a black powder gunshot going off brought the engineer out of his reverie and brought his great, shaggy head up. When the smoke cleared, the Hobgrobi tottered, and fell over with a hole through his green chest. As all fell quiet, and the manling was just apologizing, Sketti did what came natural. He burst into laughter. 

The Grobi got his just desserts, and Sketti had to do nothing at all! It was the crazy manling that did him in! He wasn't even mad that he hadn't done it himself, the execution (HAHA EXECUTION!) of the deed was too ironic and hilarious for him to take. He banged on the table with his metal stump and held onto the table with his opposite hand for dear life as he howled with laughter he couldn't hold. It was a long time before he regained his composure, and would forever remember this as one of the funniest things he had ever seen in his long life. 

"Oh boy" he wheezed. "Ooooh by Valya, Grimnir, and Grungi, that was rich, I tell ye." He coughed and sputtered, and cleared his throat. His eyes were almost bloodshot from his laughter. "Aye, we're here tae help. And yer alright in my book, alright, ye right bastard. By the way, if ye ever want me tae look at yer pistols and fix 'em up for ye, just let me know. Free of charge after that little stunt."