CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
(NOTE: Tickle Man bears no relation to Mister Man character Mister Tickle and anyone who says otherwise has AIDS.)
Tickle Man happily walked to the hot shop, tickling strangers as he went.
"Haha - what the hell, hehe - are you doing you - hoho - freak!? Tee hee!" said a man who was tickling.
"Yes, good day to you too!" said Tickle Man, dothing his cap. He entered Grace Hat's Hat Shoppe.
"Hello sir, I'm Grace Hat and I'm here to fulfil your hatty needs!" said the rather attractive shop owner, Grace Hat.
"Good to meet you!" said Tickle Man, sticking out a hand. She went to shake it but he ducked low and tickled her ribs with gusto!
"Hahaha - what are you - hahaha- doing -hahaha?" she cried, as he continued to tickle relentlessly.
"I'd like a hat for a wedding," he said, not listening, but still tickling. Unable to fight back, she sank to the ground as he continued to work the ribs.
"Stop - hehe - touching me - hoho - you - hahaha - pervert!" she squealed.
"How dare you call me a pervert!" he said, pulling his hands up for a moment. "I see I'm going to have to use the GIANT FEATHER!" And he pulled a giant feather out of his pants. "IT'S TICKLING TIME!"
Grace Hat was found dead the next morning by her husband. She was 26.
Tickle Man happily walked to the hot shop, tickling strangers as he went.
"Haha - what the hell, hehe - are you doing you - hoho - freak!? Tee hee!" said a man who was tickling.
"Yes, good day to you too!" said Tickle Man, dothing his cap. He entered Grace Hat's Hat Shoppe.
"Hello sir, I'm Grace Hat and I'm here to fulfil your hatty needs!" said the rather attractive shop owner, Grace Hat.
"Good to meet you!" said Tickle Man, sticking out a hand. She went to shake it but he ducked low and tickled her ribs with gusto!
"Hahaha - what are you - hahaha- doing -hahaha?" she cried, as he continued to tickle relentlessly.
"I'd like a hat for a wedding," he said, not listening, but still tickling. Unable to fight back, she sank to the ground as he continued to work the ribs.
"Stop - hehe - touching me - hoho - you - hahaha - pervert!" she squealed.
"How dare you call me a pervert!" he said, pulling his hands up for a moment. "I see I'm going to have to use the GIANT FEATHER!" And he pulled a giant feather out of his pants. "IT'S TICKLING TIME!"
Grace Hat was found dead the next morning by her husband. She was 26.