I'm waiting for my employee that's agreed to tickle my feet during lunch with my feet oiled and propped up on the desk, when I hear a noise.... I look around and see he's shrunken! He tells me he was messing with chemicals in the lab, so now I've got to put him out of his misery to hide the evidence. Before he's squeezed between my plump oiled toes I let him say goodbye to my feet. Ooh! That Tickles! No tickling! heeheehee! Ooh your tiny hands feel so good my my feet! I can't end you! You're too cute! Go ahead and Tickle my Tickly Feet! Tickle Tickle Tickle! Ticklish Feet! (My toes scrunch and flex as he tickles) I wanna tickle YOUR feet instead of put you out of your misery!! Tickle Tickle tickle your feet! (we go back n forth a few times before I decide to keep you around forever) Part one is Tickle Boss Feet