So at this point, I'm getting obviously increasingly upset.

Yeah.

Because it's, you know, my day had started out rather simple.

Like all I wanted to do was get to the kitchen and get a glass of milk.

But every time I move literally two steps towards my door,

the tickle monster,

Wow.

Is grabbing, you know, grabbing tickling,

assaulting, pushing me back from the door.

And it's been going on for, I don't, you know,

to be honest in real time, it was probably only a couple of minutes.

It felt like a fucking eternity.

Yeah.

And I'm getting, and I'm getting pissed.

And I'm, it's hard to communicate because I also am laughing,

shrieking with Charlie.

Sure.

Yeah, of course.

During a lot of it.

And sometimes, you know,

saying, stop, but also sort of pulling the tickle monster's hands towards me.

Okay.

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