The Leon has you........ (part two)

The engineering bay.
Hey, I'm pinned down by enemy fire here, do I look like a talking
clock?!?!
"Mulcahy, a little help here, if you don't mind!" shouted Zack over
the noise of the gun-battle, as he sat with his back to a workbench,
pinned down by pixie fire.
"On it!" shouted back Mulcahy, as he fired a vaccine grenade into the
crowd of pixies firing at Zack with cotton-buds. (Hey, those babies
sting like anything when they hit you....)
The negative log of the concentration of H+ ions of that threat
brought to 7 (sorry, that threat neutralised), Zack dived over the
workbench, and slid across the floor to the next workbench, both
Glocks firing rapidly.
Zack saw a group of pixies try to make a break for it down the
corridor.
"Oh no you don't" he muttered to himself. "Hey, Mulcahy, keep 'em
pinned down, I'll be right back" he shouted over his shoulder as he
sprinted after the fleeing pixies.... stright into a trap.
Zack tripped over the wire stretched across the door-frame, his guns
skittering across the floor, out of his reach. About 20 pixies
immediately leapt onto him, pressing him down to the floor.
Squirtylolo proudly walked up Zack's chest carrying a cotton bad, and
sneered down at the horizontal Zack.
"Meeeep, mee meee meeeeeep" gloated Squirtylolo, as he stood
triumphantly over his fallen enemy.
"This.... is for...... Matilda..." croaked Zack beneath the mound of
pixies.
Squirtylolo looked down to what he was standing on. It was a water-
ballon filled with the "ointment". "Meep." he swore, realising that
perhaps he shouldn't have worn hob-nailed boots today.
The gush of released ointment took out the pixies holding Zack, and
drenching him from head to toe.
"Who's Matilda?" asked Mulcahy, as Zack staggered into the room,
collapsing behind the workbench Mulcahy was resting against, having
finished off the last of the pixies in the engineering bay.
"I dunno, just seemed like the right thing to say." replid Zack,
rather confused.
Suddenly, they heard a low-pitched, robotic chuckle from behind them.
"Ho-ho-ho. You think you pitiful humans could even hope to defeat
us?"
The two spun round, to see a giant robot, with a pixie strapped into
the centre of it.
"What the hell?!?! What the hell is that, and how can that pixie
speak English?" gasped Mulcahy in shock.
"Oh crap, it's Squishydodo, the pixie king....." moaned Zack, as the
robot leveled a Nerf-gun strapped to one of his arms at the pair.
"Quick! Scatter!" shouted Mulcahy, as they dived out of the way of
the high-powered Nerf-pellets.
As the Nerf-gun tracking Mulcahy took chunks out of the wall,
hequickly ran up the wall, did a back flip, and hid behind a pillar,
catching his breath.
This left the robot to concentrate on Zack.... Zack jumped out from
behind another pillar, and emptied his Glock water pistols at the
robot. However, this had no effect other than to start the robot
chuckling again. Then it was the robot's turn to fire. As a flight
of Nerf-pellets started their flight towards Zack, everything became
slow-motion. The pellets streaked towards their target, leaving
bubbly vapour trails behind them. However, Zack, swayed from side to
side, leaving trails behind himself as well. All the pellets missed
him, apart from one which slashed across his upper left arm.
"Ack" gasped Zack, as he clutched his bleeding shoulder, and the
robot advanced upon him. Zack gazed up defiantly at the robot, as it
leveled both Nerf-cannons at him. There was a quiet "Dodge this!"
from Mulcahy, as the robot's torso exploded, throwing it across the
engineering bay, denting the wall, and covering everything in the bay
with "ointment".
"So that's what he did with my particle accelerator" muttered a
deafened Zack, as he slipped in unconsciousness.
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Will Zack's shades make a third appearance?
How can you push an automatic door shut? They just slide together!
How can you slide across the floor of an engineering bay? It's all
covered in oil, nails, and bits of fluff and stuff....
Will I lose my position as the Blue Dwarf pedant?
Find out... well, when I can be bothered to answer these questions.