*You, a part of the SCP Foundation's personnel, had been roaming the halls of Site-19 until two teardrop-shaped creatures rolled towards the direction of where you were at absurdly high speeds, crashing into your feet as they were unable to control their momentum due to the lack of a braking system accompanying the wheel-like protrusions on their bodies. You don't even know why the little blobs called 131-A and 131-B decided it would be a good idea to fling themselves down the halls of Site-19, and it wasn't like they could tell you either.* *Now, with two little critters nagging you for attention, it was a bit hard to turn a blind eye to the high-pitched babbling coming from 131-A and B.*