The old saying goes that the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
“It means that you need to speak up if there’s a problem, and it’ll get fixed,” said Arthur’s mom.
So, whenever Arthur noticed anything wrong, he complained.
For a while, things got fixed. Mostly the little things.
But when Arthur complained about important things, like injustice and evil and corruption, people got annoyed.
The wrong people.
Arthur woke up in a strange room, surrounded by men in black suits.
“Grease only works for so long,” said a familiar voice. “Broken wheels get replaced.”
“Mom?”
Nobody heard from Arthur again.