I am Pad May, the Man Handler, enduring the excruciating tickling machine on the twin sized bed. Probes relentlessly probing my sides, armpits, ribs, stomach, and navel, every touch sending waves of ticklish agony throughout my body. The audience in shadow, hungry for my laughter, pushing me to the brink of revealing all. But I must remain strong, for my mission as a spy is not yet complete. My training as a warrior of the stars guides me through the tickling onslaught, as I fight to keep...