*shreiks as the monster sucks his loincloth right off of his body,  his trunk and his ears flaping towards the merciless tube.  Even his efforts at clinging to the wall are thrustrated. By the very wall itself no less.  The even the carpet that dragged at his feet and hindered him as he was trying to run is now betraying him. Feeling utterly conspired against, he tries his best to think of just one more thing to try. just one last desperate idea, anything to not give in to this twised macabre fate that lies before him but as the horrible whooshing tube slowly decends, his mind is frozen with terror, the simple truth is he has run out of ideas to try. he tries to hang on but everthing suddenly seems so smooth. so slippery. Almost eager to feed him alive to the upwardly rushing hurricane that rages from the vacuums mouth. As the wall seems to bend back away from him, the peak of it's curvature pushing his hips out, his heart almost stops as he feels his feet sudenly leave the floor.