There is no escape from all of us

Shit.

What are you--

I'm not going to tell you.

You're not going to tell us?

I'm not going to fucking tell you.

Gather your fucking box.

Oh, yes.

Gather your fucking box.

And you--

Wipe your feet.

You have a dozen tickles in it.

I mean, you're so ticklish.

Your feet.

Oh, Jesus.

God.

Oh, don't tell her that.

Oh, I have to take--

You want to keep it up?

You want to keep it up?

Yes.

I don't think so.

I don't think so.

I'm a **************.

I'm a **************.

No!

I promise.

I promise.

I won't do it again.

I swear.

I swear.

I swear.

I don't think I believe you.

Look at the sweat dripping off my face.

I swear it is.

Oh, wait.

Your butt.

Well, the thing is, every time you tickle their feet,

they go like this.

Ugh!

It's like, oh, you want me to stick it in there?

You want me to stick it in there?

I want you to stay.

Stay.

Mm.

You're my tickling bitch.

Oh.

Say it.

Say it.

I'm a tickling bitch.

Say it.

They won't let me.

I'm a tickling bitch.

Oh, baby.

Have people been spreading bad rumors about me?

I think it's spreading bad rumors about me.

Not at all.

I didn't do it.

You didn't do it?

I didn't.

I don't believe her.

I didn't.

I don't believe her.

I didn't.

Does Nancy believe her?

No.

I don't.

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