Buster was restrained on a table, unable to escape.
There were two female guards with long nails, so this would be torture for him.
"Not that awful oil again, it makes me so ticklish and tickles when it's applied" begged Buster.
"Don't be a big baby, it's just tickling" said one guard.
Next one of the guards covered a hand in the oil and started rubbing it all over Buster's stomach.
"Haaaahahahahahahahahaaaaa. N...NOOOOOOOO. HA GAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA. NOT MY TUMMY, NOT MY TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHUHUHUHUHUUUUUUUUUUUUMMY" howled Buster as he started struggling.
Just then, an oily finger started wiggling around inside Buster's bellybutton, tickling him worse.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOO. NOT THERE, NOT THEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE. OH PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE, I'LL BE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOOOOOOOOOD" screamed Buster.
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