Steven was putting the finishing touches on his latest invention, The Laughing-Chair. It was a large sturdy wooden chair with cushions, and velcro straps attached in strategic positions to immobilize a person's arms and legs. Accessories for the chair included three mechanized feather dusters.
Steven was excited about using it on his girlfriend. But he was kind of nervous about using it on her without a test-run first. Not that he was worried that it would cause any harm, but that it might not be as effective as he hoped; for example, it might not tickle very well, the chair might break, the straps might not hold....
So before using it on his lady-friend, Steven decided that he needed a test-subject, a guinea pig.
Steve wracked his brains about who he could get to volunteer to be a test-subject. After about twenty minutes of brainstorming, the answer that came to him was so obvious that he slapped himself on the forehead. "Of course," he thought. "My annoying little brother, Michael!"
Michael was 25, five years' Steve's junior. When they were kids, they feuded a lot because Michael was the loud, athletic one, whereas Steve was the quiet, studious one. In Steven's view, his brother Michael was the most dim-witted and gullible person in the world, so OF COURSE he would volunteer for a wacky project like this! And if the chair would hold Michael, it would hold anyone!
So Steven called up his brother, and arranged for Michael to come to his house on Saturday afternoon. Of course, Steven had to deflect many questions as to what exactly this was all about.
"It's just a little project of mine, you'll find out when you get here!" Steve kept saying.
So at 3 pm on Saturday, Steven's big blond clod of a brother arrived at his house. Steven conducted his brother to the room where the tickle chair was located. When Michael laid eyes on it, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Woah, what the hell is up with that chair, and those feathers!" Steven rolled his eyes and said, "I call it the Laughing-Chair; it was the invention I told you about. All you have to do is sit in it."
End Of Part 1 (Author's Note: If I receive 3 messages asking me to continue, I will post Part 2)
Steven was excited about using it on his girlfriend. But he was kind of nervous about using it on her without a test-run first. Not that he was worried that it would cause any harm, but that it might not be as effective as he hoped; for example, it might not tickle very well, the chair might break, the straps might not hold....
So before using it on his lady-friend, Steven decided that he needed a test-subject, a guinea pig.
Steve wracked his brains about who he could get to volunteer to be a test-subject. After about twenty minutes of brainstorming, the answer that came to him was so obvious that he slapped himself on the forehead. "Of course," he thought. "My annoying little brother, Michael!"
Michael was 25, five years' Steve's junior. When they were kids, they feuded a lot because Michael was the loud, athletic one, whereas Steve was the quiet, studious one. In Steven's view, his brother Michael was the most dim-witted and gullible person in the world, so OF COURSE he would volunteer for a wacky project like this! And if the chair would hold Michael, it would hold anyone!
So Steven called up his brother, and arranged for Michael to come to his house on Saturday afternoon. Of course, Steven had to deflect many questions as to what exactly this was all about.
"It's just a little project of mine, you'll find out when you get here!" Steve kept saying.
So at 3 pm on Saturday, Steven's big blond clod of a brother arrived at his house. Steven conducted his brother to the room where the tickle chair was located. When Michael laid eyes on it, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Woah, what the hell is up with that chair, and those feathers!" Steven rolled his eyes and said, "I call it the Laughing-Chair; it was the invention I told you about. All you have to do is sit in it."
End Of Part 1 (Author's Note: If I receive 3 messages asking me to continue, I will post Part 2)
