Cell mate

As you look over in the corner, there sits a short lady in the corner. She is shackled to the wall with her arms in chains. "HI, (giggle, giggle) I'm Margret. I've been (giggle, giggle) here for a few days now. I was (chuckle, chuckle) captured by the pyrots and thrown in this cell."

"Why are you giggling?" You ask her.

"WEll, I was put through some tickling and I'm still a little giggly from it all. The Pyrots need some information from me and I'm not (giggle, giggle ) going to tell."

"Oh, I was too." YOu say. "Especially on the feet. I can't stand that."

"Well", says Margret, "it gets worse. Be prepared. If you don't talk, they will put you on the tickle machine."

Suddenly a pyrot walks in and demands the two of you talk.

Written by duster28 (edited by wanderer)

Tell him to shove off
Let Margret go first
I've talked, haven't I?

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