He targets your nose, not your toes!

Scott picks up a feather duster. "Oh no, you're not going to tickle me are you?" you moan.

"Oh no, I can't reach your belly and can't squeeze past your bulk to get at your feet" replies Scott "But I've got another idea!"

He reaches up and starts tickling your nostrils. "Oh no!" you gasp, your eyes watering "Ahh..ahh..AHHHHH....AHHHHHHHH.."

Scot has run for cover, but you can't even raise your arms to your nose to stop the cataclysm that follows.

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