Oh, the tank is in the bathroom. You see, Fishy was actually pretty docile when I took it out and put it into the bathtub. I'm not sure what riled it up, but as soon as it started to angrily thrash about, I quickly left!

[ And by 'pretty docile' he means Fishy was only staring and hissing. ]

However, if you would be so kind to man the door, I should be able to get in and grab it without being eaten alive.

[ To prove its point, a loud slam and growl comes from the bathroom. Wow. Fishy needs to find its chill. ]