The stuff is like King Akanji's described, but much more frightening. The wheel is made like a canal, full of water enough for the tube-y seat filled with air to float, and is connected to the frame at the sides so that the seat does not yank off when the revolving speed begins.
King Andrew looks down to the ends of the wheel at his sides and shakes his head, as if arguing with himself internally.
"What?" On the other wheel is Seth, which is very close to nearing king Andrew's. And next to Seth is king Akanji.
"I am not doing this stuff."
Seth shakes his head, and in a rhyming state, he and king Akanji glides down, whooping.
On a three sixty degrees mark, Seth is meeting up with where king Andrew is, in his stagnant form. The top of the wheel where he is, tall, makes him the whole
