The mad artist Bruyn was furiously scribbling over his drawing board, designing modifications for his newly made flying lamp bots when he heard a crying from the recesses of the substation.
Irritably coming to the realisation that he had not yet designed a steambot to investigate annoying noises he instead interrupted his illustrative furor to find the source.
What he did discover was a small puppy than must have fallen down a drain somewhere and landed in the substation. The puppy had injured itself in the fall and couldn't walk properly.
Staring analytically into those large innocent eyes, something must have activated a cog in the artist's clockwork heart.
And so he begun to design a mechanical leg brace to help the injured puppy walk. Was this the start of a beautiful friendship?
