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Looking down at the 18 EEE's you've been drawn with, you wonder if this is a bad idea. Oh well, when in Rome...

You hop into the back seat, which is relclined like an EZ chair. The front seat descends, then slides back. You're feet stick out from under the armrests of the seat in front of you. Roger hops in. The top closes and the auto-cab glides away.

"Hotel, my good man," Roger says to no one in particular, "And take the scenic route."

A sound of fumbling comes from the front of the car, as Roger hunts through his pockets. After extracting and discarding a jackhammer, a swordfish, and plunger, he finally extracts two small items with an air of success.

"So, pal. Since you're new here, no time like the present to get you acquainted with the local pastimes."

You feel the oddest sensation as Roger sticks the tuna can key in the bottom of your boot and rolls away the sole. The cold air hits your socked foot, and you suddenly feel very, very vulnerable.

With a grandiose flourish, Roger announces, "Welcome to Ticklopolis, big boy!" He pulls off your sock with a swoosh and tosses it like a streamer. "Or as the natives say, koothcie-kootchie-koo.."

The feather hits your sole like a bolt of lightning.

"WOO-ohno-nonoHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHAHAHAHA"

The feather's tip dances around the ball of your foot, slides down to the arch, makes a couple of loops, then travels down to the heel.

"HEEHEEHEEHEEHAHAHAHA...hold-up-hold-ahHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

You try to slide your hand between the side of the seat and the wall, but it doesn't come close to fitting. Wielding the tickle tool like a sword, Roger slashes at your enormous sole, making a triumphant Z across the arch.

You grab the sides of the seat back and shake, but it's fixed sturdily in place. That's when hit hits your toes.

Five rapid fire sensations shoot to your mind, all with the same message: Laugh! Laugh for all you're worth!

"BAAAHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAA...NOT-THA-HAHAHAHAHAHOHOOHOO"

You sink into the seat, helpless. You're muscles aren't yours to control anymore. You're making sounds only dogs can hear.

"Ding!"

You're dimly aware of the tickling stopping, and a gorilla dressed like a bell hop carrying you to your room. You wake the next day...

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