“Please, monsieur!” Marie Antoinette urged. “Place him in my tank so he may live.”

Lincoln poured Tesla’s unconscious severed head into her suspension chamber. He sank to the bottom, unmoving in the oxygenated fluids. Marie’s head turned down towards Nicola and she pressed her lips against his. A rush of bubbles exited Tesla’s head. She tried again and more bubbles filtered out of his orifices.

“Please, don’t leave me again.” she begged him. Her pouting lips covered Nicola’s once again, forcing oxygen into him.

“Mmmmm, my love!” Nicola Tesla awoke. The two disembodied heads of ancient lovers spiraled inside the suspension chamber, attached at the mouth and moaning in pleasure. Their kiss seemed to last an eternity, and Lincoln became self-conscious.

“Ahem.” Lincoln grumbled, looking down at the palace ground.

“Do you mind, Abraham? Could we have a few minutes of privacy?” Tesla asked his comrade.

“Of course, I do apologize.” Lincoln said, nervously walking away. “I suppose Mecha Hitler can wait.”