Quality Control

I became aware that I was in some old fashioned, wood panelled Victorian court room. I was sat in the spectators' gallery, at the front, with my hands resting gently on the brass rail. Looking down into the well of the court, I was able to make some sense of what was going on. There were bewigged lawyers, an elderly judge, and in the witness box, and the dock, a series of dwarves. Your actual, Disney dwarves.

The trial, or so it seemed, was a sort of testing process for some of their mining tools. It wasn't clear which, but there were no shovels or lanterns being examined. Doc had just started weighing something when the whole scene faded away...