No grease left, this wheel of friction is just going to have to squeak. The wheel rolls over a zone of low activity. Dead skin and fur attach to the wheel. By the time the wheel has slowed its roll to a halt, the wheel has accumulated enough skin and fur to resemble something organic. Now this Franken-Gein wheel face appears to be scanning the room. I don’t know, that thing is giving me the creeps. The air conditioner is on “energy saver” mode; it suddenly kicks back on, blowing tepid air, blowing off the face, blowing the skin and fur around the room like a money grab game. In this game, we see who can swallow the most skin and fur and become the next monster. A face will form in their belly.