Oops.

"Well?!" The pyrot demands, but when you remain silent, still desperately trying to think of a good story, the pyrot flips the tickle machine on again. This time, your ribs, feet, belly, sides, and armpits are tickled! Feathers and fingers alike move over your body, sending you into wild laughter. After a long, tortorous five minutes, the machine once again powers down. The pyrots open the barrel-like tickle chamber and order you out. You climb out eagerly, but you find that you can still feel its tickles. You laugh with every step back to your corner, where several pyrots retie your hands behind your back.

"Yer turn, lass!" The pyrot at the tickle machine's controls says to Margaret. As she is forced into the barrel, she struggles and protests.

"No! No! Plea-hehehe!!!" The black-haired woman is cut short as the machine powers on again. Suddenly, all the pyrots fly to a corner of the room and talk quietly amongst themselves. After a while, a pyrot comes forward to talk to you while the others free Margaret from the tickle machine and chain her back to the wall.

"Look, lad. We need information from the lass. If you can get it out of her, we'll let you go." Says the pyrot in front of you.

"And if I can't?" You ask, your hands still tied behind your back.

"Then I'm sure she'd be willin' ter tickle you for the information we want from you." The pyrot replies. "Which will it be, lad? Tickle or be tickled?"

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