"I just ...EEE! want to get this over with. Turn heh it up to an hour."
"You sure?"
"No, but do it." Half the room is convinced that Guilmon has signed his deathwish.
"Alright. Good luck." With that, you mash the "up" button and watch the time fall away. You can get the level all the way up to 55 minutes, which makes it Level 16. A scream like you have never heard escapes Guilmon as an army of tiny, tethered hands find their ways onto his ticklish skin. Several crawl into his armpits, making him squeeze them away futilely while others claw away at his soft belly. Two pairs pull his toes apart so the menacing feather can brush the smooth skin between them. A pair of much larger hangs pinch, prod, and knead at his hips, making him buck about with exasperated laughter. He trashes around, trying to pull his gargantuan feet from the stocks.
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