The automated contraption referred to as The Laugh Factory, a futon created by a deranged inventor. The coziest futon... and the deepest pit of despair. It caresses then it tickles with progressively escalating force. A blend of mechanical precision and human like tenderness grace my sides, my underarms, my ribs, my midsection, and my belly button. Each touch induces ticklish sensations, each stroke a razor sharp precise feeling akin to the bristles of dry paintbrushes. If I were an...