Oh no!

As the tickling continues, you become aware of your full bladder. You try to talk to the pyrots, but can't get the words out any clearer than, "Pahahahalehehese! Ahahaha!" As the tickling spreads over every inch of your body, you find yourself becoming ticklish in odd places. Your hands, ankles, and even elbows become sensitive. You think you're just about to die when suddenly, you feel your bladder empty. How embarrassing! Apparenly, Margret knows what's happened, and you hear her say, "It happens *giggle* to me every *giggle* time." The pyrots also seem to notice, and they power down the machine. Even after it's off, you can still feel the tickling! "Alright lad, you ready ter talk?" Says a pyrot. You explode into laughter in response as you continue to feel fingers poking your exposed ribs. "Bah, he's broken! Get him outta there and lets go find another victim." The pyrots release you, tie your hands behind your back, then exit the room through one of several doors.

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