"Good idea matey,"

the Pyrot says. Saying that, he then orders two pyrots to lift up Marissa's and Megan's shirts, exposing their toned, tanned midriffs. Then two more pyrots come and start to feather their bellies. Their uncontrollable laughter fills your house as the pyrots pry their bellybuttons and ribs.

"THIS IS TORTURE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Marissa screams as her tummy is tormented.

"Not my belly!" Megan laughs. "WAHAHAHAHA!" This torture goes on for another ten minutes until finally one by one Megan and Marissa pass out. Even though they deserve it, you are glad that your sisters get a break. Now all you need to do is find out how to get your sisters out.

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