You fly out of the room, down the hall, and throw the next door open. Bad idea.
"Yay, they finally sent my Lucario." A pale-eyed, oddly mechanical charmeleon stands in front of you.
"You get to help me test out some of this tickle-quipment" he says with subdued cheer. You should have no trouble outsmarting him-- the thought of being tickled hasn't even crossed your mind. But you should play along so he doesn't go get anyone else.
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