A not-so-funny end

You cross your arms and turn away. What did Margaret ever do for you anyway?

Margaret is laughing so hard now, she's crying and is getting little breaths of air. The tickling machine only tickles harder and harder, and all the pyrots do is laugh menically.

"Get ready to witness death, boy!" One says as he presses another button. Margaret screams a loud, shrill cry for a split second. Her hair is staticy and straight up in the air. Then she lays limp.

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