Go ahead

"Go for it," I said. "It beats going back to the beach."

"I like your squaking, matey," The Pyrot says. All of you return to your house, only to find that once you enter you are surrounded by dozens of Pyrots.

"What's this, goon?" Marissa asks, but it's two late. The Pyrots suddenly grabbed your sisters and tie them up to chairs.

"Well matey," a pyrot says to you, "prop up a chair and watch as we tickle their feet."

"What?" Megan asks. "Oh no, not my feet! They're so ticklish." But it's too late, both of their sneakers have been taken off and two pyrots begin tickling the bottoms of their feet.

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