but though they still worked, the looseness o’ the bolts sickened it constantly with their always greasiness, to the pinnacle that it wished they didn’t work @ all. How it wished it could tighten them; but whenever it tried, its turnings would always be off, or something else would then move out o’ place. Usually things became looser.
So now it no longer tried. Now it tried to ignore the grease as much as possible. It tried to keep all its focus on its oxygens & its lizard songs, but the greasiness always slipped through…