Midnight smirks rather deviously. He quite enjoyed the thought of being out numbered. Gave him more people to tickle into hysterics. And more chances of getting tickled himself.
"Well just warn any of your boys that they will need a mop when I'm done with them. And so will you." Midnight teased as he approached Foxy.
"You'll need an extra large bucket." He whispered lightly before moving out of range of the opponent.
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