As Kyle looks around Bruno's upper floor searching for some clues, and the sound of rubber squeaking as he struggles to walk, he felt his left rubber foot when he struggles to walk in the middle of the hallway. He looks down to see his other foot starting to merge with the floor. He tugs his other feet in vain to keep him from sticking to no avail. He used his mitten hands to pull his left leg, no dice. He struggles and struggles, until he has tired himself out.
Tired and muffled panting like groan, he placed his mittens on his knees not letting the floor getting his hands, he is also aroused desperately pulling his legs because of his rubbery body. He rubbed himself a bit and let out a muffled moan. Kyle then straightens himself up and wonders what to do now. He tries again to lift his feet free from the floor. Nothing. He's glad he isn't tired like a normal person for standing up otherwise he'd end up falling to the rubber floor as a regular person from fatigue or passing out.
Just then...