"Top 'er off, sir?" The attendant tipped his hat and gestured with his pump handle.
“Quite.” Professor Higgenstrom nudged his dirigible closer to the hovering platform. He released the wheel and opened the hatch, hydrogen tanks waiting. The servant popped the tube in place with a hiss of escaping gases.
"'old on. Somefin's off." The man scratched his head and glanced around. "Oi! The electrolyzin' eels!" Arms waving, he rushed to the water tub, where the energized fish coiled and sparked. There was a cacophony of clicks, whirs, and mechanical screeches.
"Bloody robo-crows. You can't even eat, you daft buggers!"
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