the noctowl picks up the feather that the figure left behind. it smiles at you. you simply gape at him, appalled as to why it would live for tickling. he begins to rub it against your soles causing you to be sent into a fit of laughter. "HAHAHAHAAAH!!" he drops the feather and walks over to a button on the wall. you expect a bunch of brushes, a tickle belt, vines or something to come out of the ceiling and tickle you s until you couldn't breath anymore. the possibilities were endless. instead of more tickling, he presses the button with his beak and the restraints instantly let go of you."gee, you really are unique." "huh?" you ask. "you. most ticklees beg us employees to stop, or desperately try to free themselves. you don't. that's strange." "well i don't like being tickled." the noctowl shook his head. "never mind that, i saved you, now i need you to listen carefully..."
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